Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

He was not surprised to hear the name.

It would be better to say that he deliberately let Nietzsche know this person.

"You mean---Moriarty has been monitoring us for a long time?" Nietzsche's thoughts drifted to the day when he first received the Hogwarts admission letter, "But...but I don't understand..."

"To be precise, you can't stop him because he has long seen through the conflict between wizards and Muggles."

When Quirrell mentioned the other party, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of admiration, just like a scholar seeing another colleague solve a mathematical problem that he had been unable to understand for decades.

From his mouth, the two Holmes saw an unprecedented disaster:

Wizards and Muggles will eventually come into direct conflict.

Nietzsche could understand this better because he knew that the direct cause of this disaster was Voldemort...who would eventually crawl out of the dark and damp sewers and lead his believers to start a war.

"But how did Voldemort know that pure-bloods wanted to kill Muggles?" Nietzsche said.

"Because of this." Quirrell took off his sun hat, revealing his head, which had not yet grown hair. "When a person's body is polluted, the soul will also be affected, and he is a master of soul reading."

Soul-mastering, this is a spell that Nietzsche has never heard of.

But it is not difficult to understand - Voldemort saw the conversation between Quirrell and Moriarty through some kind of magic that could see into other people's minds, so he foolishly got involved.

As a result, the great Dark Lord was used by the Muggles he despised the most.

"But pure bloods hate Muggles, so why would they help another group of Muggles... Malfoy?" Sherlock reacted instantly. "They have reached a cooperation agreement with some British ministers."

"Correct answer~" Quirrell's eyes were full of admiration.

So Sherlock stood up excitedly, walked back and forth, and kept muttering to himself.

"So the clues we saw from the beginning, including those about the raw materials of the poison... were actually all deliberately shown to me by Moriarty. Of course, how could an ordinary person make undetectable poison gas?"

"He took advantage of the arrogance of the dark wizards and supported the Home Secretary and Sir Kava to surrender to the enemy in order to ignite the powder keg between the two worlds."

"And I had to stop this crime so that the group of pure-blood wizards would not get any advantage. In the end, only Moriarty would win..."

His nervous look made Quirrell a little worried - was Holmes mad?

But Nietzsche just calmly took out two licorice wands from his pocket, shared them with Quirrell, and comforted him: "My father has always been like this, you'll get used to it. After all, he has a bit of a masochistic tendency."

The savior of Scotland Yard was fooled twice by the same woman, but he still liked her.

He is not a masochist... On this point, Nietzsche fully agrees with Watson's father.

"But you, why did you suddenly change sides?" Sherlock turned his attention and stared at Quirrell, "Even if you were threatened by that Voldemort, there is no reason for you to turn against Moriarty!"

"First of all, I didn't turn against you... Secondly, Nietzsche gave me this life, so what if he really betrays me?" Quirrell's words made Nietzsche feel a little embarrassed.

In fact, Nietzsche felt that he had simply been saved by the situation.

There is no reason not to save him. Why not save one person if you can? Besides, it would be better to destroy the Philosopher's Stone and get a new hope.

But sometimes it is like this, before an inevitable ending appears, all kinds of coincidences will begin to converge, and Nietzsche's accidental choice led to Quirrell's current support.

It can be regarded as an unintentional intervention.

"But I have to say first, I don't know who your Muggle ministers will make friends with." Quirrell said he was helpless.

"Don't worry about that." Nietzsche raised his hand and interrupted, "Arthur Weasley should have taken advantage of the search warrant to put the things in those old pure-blood houses. You just need to give the final testimony."

Don’t ask who he learned this shady trick from.

The question is Mycroft.

Volume 1: Chapter 78 Oh~My Old Friend~

Hermione just felt that she was very unlucky, unlucky to be in the Holmes family!

Why...why did she also run into Nietzsche in the Oxford University Library one morning?

And she also saw the newly retired Professor Quirrell chatting and laughing with him? ?

"Cheer up, okay?" Nietzsche said nonchalantly, holding a bottle of soda. "I've been with you in the library all morning. Now I just need you to accompany us to meet a...famous university professor."

He and Quirrell sandwiched Hermione in the middle, and the two of them clinked their glasses above her head with laughter.

"Professor Quirrell, I thought you would be more mature..." Hermione raised her paws and patted her head randomly.

"Ms. Granger, you are saying this to someone who has died once?" Quirrell said with a smile, "Maturity means taking responsibility and being independent... It doesn't mean that I can't appreciate the best parts of life."

Hermione lowered her head and didn't want to talk anymore.

It's over. Now the only normal professor has been led astray by Nietzsche.

"I don't want to meet a Napoleon of crime, and I don't want to put my parents in danger." She sighed, "My Granger family really doesn't want to get involved in your Holmes family's affairs."

"But when danger comes, you always have to be prepared so that you can better protect your family, instead of saying 'Oh, this is not in my plan'" Nietzsche said in a shrill voice, imitating Hermione's tone.

Hermione was furious when she saw his despicable look.

"Do you know that you are as cheap as Draco Malfoy now?"

"Hey, that's too much... You can scold me, but you can't insult me ​​like this."

She couldn't imagine that Nietzsche had been squatting in the Oxford Library for several days. What was even more unbelievable was that (former) Professor Quirrell actually followed him around and seemed to be enjoying it.

What's going on? Is Quirrell always like this in front of people he knows?

A little neurotic, easily falling into excessive excitement or tension.

Oxford is located near the Thames and can be traced back to the 12th century. The entire campus is integrated with the city and there is not even a formal sign. It has four museums and a theater.

Nietzsche always sighed when he thought of the competition between Oxford and Cambridge - Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes were living examples.

Quirrell was wearing a wizard robe today, but he still looked inconspicuous on campus.

"Give up your foolish tricks, this fish cannot be deceived..."

When they walked to a door, the classical music from the gramophone came into the ears of the three people, so Quirrell adjusted his collar, put the empty soda bottle into his sleeve, and made it disappear.

"Schubert's Fisherman's Song. Your taste remains the same." Quirrell walked in calmly.

The entire office was very spacious. Next to a blackboard stood a professor and a student. The professor had a brown beard, a broad forehead, slightly sunken eyes, and his shoulders and back looked a little hunched due to years of exertion.

The professor just whispered a few words and asked the students around him to leave temporarily.

"Quirinus, I didn't hear that you had two children." He paused for a moment and said with a casual smile, "If you want me to take care of them, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient. I'm about to start my lecture tour."

Hermione held the book, perfectly portraying her look - a little girl looking at everything around her with great interest.

"No, I just brought my students to say goodbye." Quirrell deliberately emphasized the identities of the two people, "I have been noticed."

"If you need help, just tell me." Professor Moriarty shook hands with him and motioned for them to feel free to do as they please. "Tea or coffee? Strong liquor?"

"Cafe."

Quirrell didn't hide it, he just snapped his fingers, and the cold brew pots and cups in the room automatically started to work.

From the looks of it, the two have indeed known each other for a long time.

"I need someone like you, my friend." Moriarty motioned for the two to sit down and continued, "It seems that you are very much liked by Quirinus. To have a student like him... Let me guess, you must be Nietzsche."

His every move and gesture exudes the temperament of a professor. If you don't know his true background, you would probably have been deceived.

"Someone needs me more, James."

"Hmm... Do you know what he was doing before?" Moriarty did not refute, but said kindly to the two children, "Your professor is a very smart person, but unfortunately he doesn't break the rules."

"For example?" Nietzsche asked tentatively.

"For example, he dared to talk to an ordinary person about wizards... You know, when two asteroids collide, it will affect the surrounding things. It's a pity that he couldn't take this step with me."

Hermione silently scraped the rim of the cup with her fingertips.

"Even if it will affect many innocent people?" She suppressed her anger.

"That's inevitable, kid," Moriarty said. "The powder keg between wizards and the outside world is already inflated enough... right, Nietzsche Holmes?"

Nietzsche moved closer to Hermione and placed his hand on the back of Hermione's hand.

There was nothing to worry about. When he deliberately sent people to intercept the Hogwarts' admission letter, Nietzsche already knew that the other party had set their sights on Holmes, and these almost threatening words could not shake his heart.

The law of celestial mechanics: When two objects collide, there will always be an impact that ripples out to the surrounding area.

Therefore, it is necessary to let Hermione face the possible dangers.

"In fact, I admire you very much." Moriarty relaxed his muscles and leaned back in his chair. "You are different from Sherlock, so you can understand what I mean - some wizards are not worthy of entering the new world."

Quirrell cheerfully put his hands in his sleeves, already grasping his wand.

Not to mention attacks, but as long as there is danger, there is absolutely no problem in taking Nietzsche and Hermione and running away at the first possible moment.

"From a macro perspective, I think you are very convincing, but... you ignore some individuals, sometimes they really can't affect the overall trend, but can change the result."

Nietzsche faced the pressure from his opponent and tried his best to remain calm.

"But I still hope you will consider me." Moriarty just thought it was a joke.

He only wanted to win over Quirinus Quirrell at the moment, or perhaps because of his admiration for Nietzsche, he was always very friendly, without revealing the cunning and viciousness behind him.

So he stood up and exchanged a few words of greeting, then went out to teach the class.

Only after hearing the door close did Nietzsche lean back with a sense of relief and stare at the chandelier above his head in a daze.

This was the first time he had met such a person who was so well hidden and flawless. Apart from the threats, every word of the other party pierced deeply into his heart, especially those concerning the issues between wizards and Muggles.

"He's threatening you with me?" Hermione said belatedly.

"But I didn't buy it." Nietzsche closed his eyes and spoke in a very slow tone, "Why do you think I asked you to come here? My dear, Professor Moriarty is not as law-abiding as you are."

Hermione was somewhat bewildered, but more than that she was angry.

In fact, the fact that he could use her as a threat was enough to show how important she was in Nietzsche's heart. Of course, this might also be what Moriarty himself guessed... Hermione thought nonchalantly.

"So you really agree with his views?" said Hermione.

"It's hard to describe, how should I put it?" Nietzsche explained, "When most wizards now put all their hopes on a boy, narrow-mindedness will only produce more absurd results."

If Voldemort is really resurrected, how will the Ministry of Magic continue to hide the truth?

Expecting Harry Potter to represent all wizards and reconcile with the severely affected British government?

If that time really comes, I'm afraid Harry Potter will have to become the new scapegoat... After all, wizards and Muggles will definitely merge one day in the future, because conflicts will not disappear on their own.

But Nietzsche opposed Moriarty's unscrupulous approach of igniting the powder keg in advance.

"So you have to gain enough influence in Hogwarts." Quirrell suggested, "I think Miss Granger's 'study group' is very promising!"

"Professor Quirrell," said Hermione resentfully.

"I'm just suggesting that if you want to prevent innocent lives from becoming victims, you must have some means. This is the lesson I learned!" Quirrell suddenly became a little neurotic as he recalled the past.

He is like a butler who takes care of the young masters and young ladies.

"Moriarty would never commit a crime just for the sake of committing a crime. There must always be a need." Nietzsche pursed his lips.

But from the beginning till now, he has never been associated with anyone and there is absolutely no evidence.

What does a trader like him hope to get?

Volume 1: Chapter 79: Sherlock Holmes's Butler

When Quirrell was working on Muggle Studies, he would travel to various places to learn.

In his words, 'If wizards want to understand Muggles, they must go deep into Muggles.' Therefore, Professor Moriarty became one of the few friends that Quirrell had in the Muggle world...even if this friend would use him.

From Muggle history to local humanities, Quirrell learned a lot from him.

But he was not disloyal to Professor Moriarty. He just chose another person who was more suitable for him - Nietzsche Holmes, who was not as unsympathetic as the professor and was extremely close to moral depravity.

After they returned to Baker Street from Oxford, Quirrell had one more thing to deal with: accommodation.

"You're planning to live here?" Mrs. Hudson blinked in disbelief. "Are you sure?"

She looked at Quirrell's attire and thought that he should be an explorer or something. When they first met, he was given a beautiful pressed flower, so it was hard not to have some clues.

"Why can't I live here? I won't be scared if there are ghosts..." Quirrell took out a small piece of gold from his arms and placed it in her hand. "How much is the rent for this month?"

The first thing he did was to throw out a gold nugget, and even Nietzsche and Hermione were stunned.

"One month? Oh my God... I don't know where you live, but this is enough to cover half a year's rent!" Mrs. Hudson scratched a few marks on the surface of the gold nugget with her fingernails.

It is real pure gold, not gold-plated fraud.