Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

I hope that the Prime Minister, who is still dealing with Northern Ireland, will not hear this kind of news, otherwise he will be furious.

Nietzsche tried to make some analysis in his mind:

Professor McGonagall was also the deputy headmaster on the envelope, and there was no extra manpower for the task of welcoming Muggle new students, which meant that this Hogwarts school was not big and was short of manpower;

Judging from the cauldrons and costumes they sell, wizards are also very distant from human society, which may be related to their ability to block signals using some unknown methods.

"Is that... an orc?"

Hermione looked at the short creatures guarding both sides of the Gringotts gate. They looked very much like the orcs living underground in The Lord of the Rings.

This kind of ugly thing is what made Sherlock lose his composure.

He even squatted down to stop them and pinched their long and pointed ears. When these dwarf-like creatures became a little angry and showed signs of raising their hands, he immediately flashed behind Snape.

"They are goblins, Miss Granger, who thinks she knows everything... they are not orcs."

Hermione pursed her lips and was about to say something when Nietzsche pulled her in.

When she passed the first bronze gate and the second silver gate, she found some poems engraved on them, warnings about stealing financial reports:

Those who only ask for things without working for them will be punished most severely...

"Have you offended the professor again?" She looked down at her grasped hand, not realizing that a blush had already appeared on her face. "It was just the first time I met him, and he was so fierce."

"Don't pay attention to him. Professor Snape is like this. The first time he came, he was almost shot by my fathers."

"Use... use a gun?!"

"We are investigating a recent murder case. Besides, who made him wear the same black cult robe as the Duke?"

"You always have an excuse, Nietzsche!" Hermione puffed up her cheeks and growled, "You haven't learned your lesson yet. If the professor gets angry and fires you, you'll be finished!"

Nietzsche watched the Grangers and his own family, exchanged pounds for a pile of gold coins, and looked lazily at the majestic marble hall.

Hundreds of goblins sat at the counter, weighing different coins on copper scales.

He saw a giant who was taller than an ordinary person, leading a thin boy wearing black-framed glasses, and squeezing through a small door from the hall.

Wait...has he seen that little boy somewhere before?

“Nietzsche!!”

A roar brought him back to his senses.

"What's wrong, Miss Obedient?" He looked into her chocolate eyes and naturally took over the conversation, "I know... Yes, you will keep an eye on me, um... OK, please do your best."

It has been two years since I transferred to Hermione's school after beating up that fat boy named Dudley.

Nietzsche looked at Hermione who was always angry like a lion, and he knew what she was going to say. So Hermione, who was interrupted, stood there in a daze for a while. Nietzsche had finished speaking all her lines, so what should she say?

But what is certain is that she felt even more infuriated when she saw Nietzsche's stubborn attitude.

"Next time, I won't help you!"

"Ahem...I'll treat you to some ice cream later. Don't forget, wizards must learn, otherwise their lives will be in danger, so Hogwarts will not expel students at random."

Hermione thought about what Professor McGonagall had said before and nodded.

Suddenly she looked at him strangely: "By the way, you won't bring a gun to school, will you?"

Nietzsche placed his hands on his cane and remained silent for a moment.

"Of course I won't."

Of course he wouldn't take it on his own initiative. If Watson and Sherlock asked for it and put the Colt revolver in the suitcase when he wasn't paying attention, then it would be none of Nietzsche's business.

"By the way, when you beat people, you don't use those...magic powers, do you?" She pinched the other person's thin arm and complained, "With your body, how can you beat three senior students?"

"Congratulations, Hermione Granger, you have finally discovered the blind spot, although I usually call it 'the Force'."

“How did you do that??”

Is she the only one who loses control? !

"I won't tell you, sorry, Hermione, you can't surpass me even in the new school." Nietzsche said leisurely, "You used to be the number one in the school, it's only because I didn't transfer to another school."

"Nie...ze! You deserve to have no friends!!"

The boy was stunned and turned his head stiffly.

As soon as she said this, Hermione felt a little ashamed. She stammered and tried to explain that she was just joking. Well... she was just too excited and acted too casually.

"If you have friends, why bother me with rules every day?"

It's so funny, she wouldn't think I'm angry... Nietzsche looked at Hermione's awkward look and smiled consciencelessly.

Hermione thought she was quite patient. After all, she could read an entire dictionary by herself. But for some reason, once she started talking to Nietzsche, her patience would be quickly worn out by him.

Grind away until there is not a single bit left.

"I'm just teasing you. Actually, I don't know why."

"roll."

"okay."

Volume 1: Chapter 8: The Unicorn and the Dragon

Five pounds was equal to one gold galleon, which was equal to seventeen silver sieks, and equal to twenty-nine bronze knuts.

Nietzsche looked at the bag full of Galleons in his hand. He never thought that Watson, whose wallet was controlled by Sherlock and Mary, could actually exchange the goblins for wizard coins instead of continuing to exchange pounds for wizard coins.

After all, Muggle money is of no use to goblins, so a limit is set.

"If you gamble less, maybe we can take over the entire Diagon Alley." Nietzsche said resentfully.

"Happiness is priceless, son!" Watson puffed out his chest and said righteously for his few hobbies, "Just like you beat up so many people, I have never been angry about the compensation."

It seems to make sense.

Hermione's eyes widened.

So that’s why. No wonder Nietzsche was always good at making excuses for himself. Did he learn it from his family?

What a good person, but he just went astray... Hermione was heartbroken and vowed to straighten Nietzsche's head and not let him continue to break school rules and make excuses for himself!

Professor McGonagall led them out of the bank, talking about the school's curriculum.

"Let's go buy some books first, and then go to Ollivander's to buy wands." She pulled out a wooden stick that was different in style and pattern from Snape's. "It's a must-have for wizards, unless you can master wandless spellcasting."

Wandless casting?

It sounds unusual, as if the highest level of target shooting does not require you to hold the gun in your hand.

"You mean the little stick made of fir?"

Mag was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the Muggle in front of her could see the material at a glance.

"It's not just cedar, there's also a dragon's heartstring inside... I know that Muggle factories have the ability to mass-produce, but believe me, every wand cannot be completely replicated. There are only twin wands, and no two are exactly alike."

"Just like there are no two leaves in the world that are exactly the same?"

The professor cast an admiring look at Watson who interrupted.

"I used to speak out in the Muggle world, but I haven't had any contact with it for a long time, so I don't know how it's going, but it's basically the same principle."

Ollivander's Wand Shop is on the south side, directly opposite Gringotts.

This shop looked more shabby than other stores selling cauldrons and clothes. The sign hanging on it looked like it would fall down at any time, and the golden lettering was also peeling off.

It reads: The Ollivanders, in the making since 382 B.C.

"Cough cough..."

Nietzsche pushed open the door and was choked by the dust and pungent incense that hit him in the face.

The shop looked small, with a bench in the middle of the room. Hermione looked curiously at the wands placed on the purple cushions, while Miss Granger and Mr. and Mrs. Watson followed closely behind.

As for Sherlock Holmes...no one knows where he went.

"Did you buy your...wands...from here?" The boy cast a pitiful look at the two professors.

Sorry, he really couldn't imagine how the wizarding world, separated from human society, could live so miserably. It seemed that the economy was as bad as that of England before the Thatcher plan was implemented.

"Nietzsche!" Hermione secretly twisted the soft flesh on his waist, "Lesson... It's because you don't respect the teachers that they don't speak for you."

Professor McGonagall just shook her head and looked at the two of them with some envy in her eyes.

Snape simply turned a blind eye to it.

Hey, who doesn't have a childhood sweetheart? What a pity, fate plays tricks on people... But fortunately, at least these two freshmen don't have to go through what their generation went through.

"Olivander! We have a visitor!"

Then, a clanging sound was heard from the corridor at the end of the room where countless small boxes were stored.

The old man called Ollivander slid down a moving wooden ladder with a skill that did not belong to his age. In his arms, he was holding a pile of sticks that had not yet been stored, probably the raw materials for wands.

When he saw Professor Snape standing next to McGonagall, he began to feel inexplicably frightened.

"The school term is about to start soon." The old man hunched over, walked quickly to Hermione, and pulled up her arms without saying anything. "Which hand do you use?"

"Right hand."

"Try this, Cottonwood and White River Monster Backbone, the clearer the moral values, the more powerful they are."

Hermione listened to some words like "honesty" and "elegance" and began to feel confident. This was obviously tailor-made for her. Unfortunately, she waved it lightly under the guidance and just blew up the cabinet next to her.

The violent explosion frightened the Grangers a little.

Fortunately, Watson had seen a lot of this kind of thing, and he habitually pulled up his windbreaker to block the flying wood chips for the three people.

"No, no, change another one!"

"Cat Leopard Fur..."

"Wetland werewolf hair, close to the dark magic... Well, you are also not suitable for the dark magic..."

Trying almost one by one, Hermione went from being confident at the beginning to being embarrassed, hesitant, and finally numb.

Nietzsche was observing secretly from the side. From what Ollivander said, the wand had to choose its master with a matching character. This reminded him of Eastern divination and the gypsy tarot cards.

He looked at his mechanical watch and reminded, "Is there any vine wood?"

"Grapevine wood?" Ollivander waved his wand, and a box flew out from the messy ruins. "Grapevine wood combined with dragon heartstrings. To be honest, this kind of wand core is suitable for wizards with strong learning ability."

The magical thing was that this time, Hermione's mechanical wave of her hand only produced a small powerful wave.

There were no small tornadoes and no explosions.

"Perfect!" Ollivander looked at Nietzsche excitedly like a child, "How do you know she is suitable for vine wood? Generally, people who use this kind of raw material are wizards with lofty aspirations!"

"Am I that kind of person?" Hermione was a little surprised. "How come I don't know?"

"You're just repressed. If you weren't so conventional..."

Hermione moved a few steps to the side, away from Nietzsche. In her eyes, the other party was like a villain in a superhero comic, always thinking about how to deceive others with words.

She realized that Nietzsche must have changed his strategy:

I want to become the same person as him!

Unfortunately, Nietzsche had no idea of ​​the storm of thoughts in Hermione's mind, but he got goosebumps just from being stared at by her.

Hermione Granger's eyes became sharp...

"Sir, which hand do you use?"

"Right hand."

"Try this. Laurel wood combined with the Thestral tail hair is deadly. Their owners have always acted uprightly, which is completely different from those Slytherins. Even for honor, they do it in an open and aboveboard manner."

It sounds a lot like a gentleman's stick.

Under the gaze of an old gentleman like Watson, Nietzsche...of course did not succeed.

They are in the same boat with the Holmes family and have nothing to do with being upright and aboveboard, especially for Nietzsche, who grew up hearing about all kinds of murders.

"Pear wood." Ollivander was not flustered.

Following the side of Nietzsche shown previously, a wood that is enthusiastic, generous and wise is recommended.

Nietzsche touched the wand, but unfortunately, the energy just poured out violently through the pear wood, the lightning grazed Ollivander's scalp and flew to the roof, and a thunder exploded in the room.

After trying dozens of wands in succession and Ollivander renovating the house seven times, he finally felt a feeling he had never felt before.