Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

The texture of black walnut is very beautiful.

The moment Nietzsche held the wand, he felt that his arm and the wand had become one.

"Dark walnut, with...unicorn tail hair, 14 inches." Ollivander's expression was a little regretful, "It looks like you're going to fail in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, kid."

"What do you mean?"

"Although unicorn hair is very stable in casting magic, it is very resistant to dark magic. In other words... a wand made of it is very stable, but it cannot be too powerful."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

Dark magic sounds evil, but at least she doesn't have to worry about this antisocial little lunatic going further down the path of a dark wizard.

"It's okay. Casting magic steadily is very helpful for Transfiguration."

This news presented completely different trends in the eyes of the two professors. Professor McGonagall was somewhat relieved, while Professor Snape laughed.

"At least I don't have to worry about Slytherin House this year."

But Nietzsche disagreed and continued to ask: "Can wizards only rely on black magic to define their power?"

"Not really, but there are very few wizards who can perform white magic as well as Headmaster Dumbledore. Besides, dueling magic and war magic are both considered dark magic, and are more prominent in combat."

Did the wizard count on floating objects to carry out attacks?

Therefore, the inability to delve deeper into the dark arts means that wizards will ultimately end up in the field of spell research, and have no chance of working in professions such as Auror.

Nietzsche had many questions in his mind, but he chose to go to the bookstore to find answers.

"Thank you for your consideration. Each new wand is five Galleons. Don't break it. This price is only charged for the first purchase of a wand."

After walking out of the wand shop, Hermione puffed out her chest with pride.

It shares the same wand core as Professor McGonagall, the dragon heartstring...the heart nerve of a fire dragon. It sounds very majestic just by sounding like that.

"It's okay, unicorns are cute too~"

Nietzsche gritted his teeth, but finally became too lazy to refute.

Never mind, let her be proud for a while.

Before he found the basic principles of magic, Nietzsche allowed Hermione to be proud for a while, but after that, he would return it a hundredfold.

Volume 1: Chapter 9 Harry in Malkin's Robes

Hermione's arrogant look was what Nietzsche wanted to ignore the most right now.

But she just hung around in front of him on purpose, and even when she saw the book on Defense Against the Dark Arts in Flourish and Blotts, she would say a few words.

To be honest, Mrs. Granger wanted to remind her daughter, but was stopped by her husband.

"When have you ever seen her like this?" Mr. Granger deliberately pulled his wife away from the two people running in front, and said angrily and amusedly, "Don't you think this smug look is very real?"

True, yes...

In her parents' eyes, Hermione looked cuter when she looked like this than when she was immersed in fantasies about books.

This is what twelve-year-old Hermione should be like, instead of being like a boring office worker, going to school, doing homework, eating, bathing, reading, and sleeping every day.

This kind of vitality and energy is what Hermione should be like.

For a moment, Mr. Granger didn't know whether Nietzsche did it unintentionally or on purpose...but thinking about his fathers, it would make sense if he did it on purpose.

Nietzsche in Flourish and Blotts bookstore, put away the "Defense Against the Dark Arts: Basics Guide" and blocked his face with it.

"Hermione, although dragon heartstrings are indeed more powerful than unicorn hair, don't forget that Ollivander said that it is also one of the most difficult wand cores to control."

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly at the lively look of Hermione.

Yes, this is what life should be like... lively and full of sunshine, instead of holding a book all day long and paying attention to the various unspoken rules set by those in power for the weak at all times.

"But don't forget, as long as I learn fast enough, I can master it forever!"

"Hehe... In that case, you shouldn't just take the first grade books."

"You reminded me. Yes, there are also 'Magic Defense Theory' and 'Magic Potion'."

Therefore, among a bunch of freshmen, Nietzsche and Hermione were the most distinctive. The piles of books in their arms were larger than their heads, and they could only see the way with their peripheral vision.

Just after paying the money, Hermione, holding the book, staggered to meet her parents outside the door.

Next are the robes. To be honest, Hermione and Nietzsche, who were born in human society, are a little confused about wizard costumes...especially those gorgeous robes and patterns. It's hard to describe them in words.

Especially ordinary clothes, they are almost exactly the same.

"Hug...sorry."

Just as Madam Malkin was measuring the heights of the two men, a sturdy man accidentally pushed over the clothes rack.

It was the giant Nietzsche had seen in Gringotts before. His beard was as messy as Sherlock's, and the boy next to him seemed a little embarrassed because of his recklessness.

"Hagrid? Are you here to order a moleskin coat?"

"I'm here to bring Harry..."

"Harry? Harry Potter?" Madam Malkin covered her mouth, horrified. "Oh my God, that lucky child."

Nietzsche turned his head and saw that the thin little boy next to Hagrid looked familiar. He noticed that Madam Malkin lifted up Harry's long hair and exclaimed at the scar on his forehead.

Where have you seen it?

He thought that among the people he had beaten up, there was no such thin person.

"Nietzsche!"

This was not Hermione's warning cry, but more of surprise and joy, the kind of exclamation that one would normally feel when meeting a friend they hadn't seen for a long time.

Even Hermione raised an eyebrow.

But Nietzsche responded to her with only confusion and a shrug.

"You...I'm sorry, have I seen you before?"

"Me! Dudley's cousin!" Harry shouted in surprise, "You were the one who beat up Dudley. I recognize you... I'm sorry, I wanted to speak up for you, but Vernon locked me in the room the day you were expelled."

When he heard the words "Dali's cousin", Nietzsche had some memories.

He was the boy who was bullied by the fat man at that moment, but when Nietzsche beat the fat man, it was more or less out of personal grudge.

That’s right, he was transferred to another school because he beat me too hard.

"You don't know, after Dudley was beaten by you, he rarely bullied others, damn Vernon! If I hadn't been locked in the room, you would never have been expelled!"

Nietzsche nodded proudly towards Hermione, nodding slightly.

Did you hear that? Others are saying you played well.

"Do you know?"

Hagrid, who was standing by, rubbed the back of his head in a naive manner, looking even more surprised than Harry.

"He's the guy I told you about, the only superhero in school who has ever beaten Dudley Dursley. It was because of Nietzsche that Dudley spent his summers learning boxing, thinking of revenge."

After taking a closer look at Harry's figure, Hermione was speechless.

Obviously, Nietzsche's popularity was proven by the facts, and she couldn't help but wonder if those people would be as excited as Harry one day when they looked back and found that those campus bullies couldn't do anything.

Harry would have been lucky enough to be able to escape from the Vernon family in the future, but he didn't expect...he would actually meet the same person again.

"This... this doesn't make sense." Hermione felt strange. "Generally speaking, after Nietzsche leaves, won't those hooligans become even more ruthless and retaliate against ordinary people?"

Such people need to find happiness through the suffering of others.

However, Harry just shook his head blankly. He didn't understand these things. "I don't know. Anyway, Dudley looked very scared later... Oh, I remember, he had the same look when he saw Hagrid using magic!"

Very good, the answer was clearly laid out before Hermione.

"You actually used the wizard's magic to..."

"No, I just did a little bit of intimidation on a psychological level."

Hermione glanced at the giant Hagrid who was listening in, immediately shut her mouth, hurriedly bought a few wizard robes and school robes with comfortable fabrics, and left quickly.

Harry was just awkwardly pulled around by Madam Malkin, and finally waved goodbye to the two people who left.

He suddenly remembered that these two people were completely different from those wizards who went crazy when they saw him, so he felt a little more identified with them. What he needed was not star-like treatment, but friends.

"Then...see you at school?"

"See you at school."

.........

After returning to Baker Street from the Leaky Cauldron, Nietzsche once again returned to his routine before September 1st.

Just running back and forth between 221 Baker Street and the Grangers' house.

In just two months, he almost finished reading the "Basics of Dark Magic" that he had bought, and then picked some simple spells from the "Book of Spells" written by Miranda Goshawk to experiment with.

"Magic can disperse electrical signals like a magnetic field..." Sherlock on the other side was talking to someone.

With an impatient look on his face, he spoke out all the clues at a very fast speed.

The bloated man sitting next to Nietzsche's father, who looked like he would die from sweets at any time, was Sherlock Holmes's brother and Nietzsche's uncle - Mycroft Holmes.

He praised the caramel pudding made by Mrs. Hudson and didn't seem to hear what Sherlock said.

"Sherlock, in fact, the British government knows of their existence." Mycroft moved his butt, trying to sit more comfortably. "It's just that I'm curious about the magic used by groups like wizards."

"You knew this all along?"

"I have always said that our reasoning is on different levels, but fortunately, we now have Nietzsche..."

But Sherlock flatly rejected his brother's request before he even asked it.

"Don't even think about it!" Sherlock said, holding a cigarette holder in his mouth and staring at the bullet hole on the wall. "He has his own path. He went to school this time just to cooperate with our investigation."

"Yes, you're right."

However, although Nietzsche closed his eyes to rest, it did not mean that he was asleep.

In fact, he could sense the Force as if it were his first time... Oh no, it was magic. Nietzsche really had no interest in this word; it sounded so vulgar.

“Reparo”

Nietzsche gestured with his wand and whispered a spell over the deliberately broken cup.

Then, he could feel that there was a kind of "energy" that seemed to drive the broken glass to merge together. This energy exists in all things, and all Nietzsche did was to use the energy in his body to drive it together.

This magical phenomenon also attracted the two Sherlock Holmes who were talking on the sofa.

Sherlock asked first: "Is it healing or fusion?"

"It's not healing. I can't create it out of nothing... It's more like the atoms are re-melting and rearranging themselves."

Mycroft only pondered for two seconds before he figured out the problem: "What if you lost a piece?"

"Then there will be a gap in the glass... but I can fill it with the same substance, just like building a house with bricks."

The three Sherlock Holmes were speechless at the same time.

what does this mean?

This means the third productivity revolution! The world pattern will start to change again!

Just imagine, if England had the help of wizards, the whole society would undergo tremendous changes, and resources would be truly reused.

"Someone is trying to undermine the relationship between wizards and the British government!"

After witnessing this strange phenomenon with his own eyes, Mycroft reacted instantly. His consciousness went beyond the murder case and saw the entire layout from a macro perspective.

The reason why Holmes can become the secret weapon of Scotland Yard is because of Mycroft and Sherlock, one is a master of macro and the other is a master of micro-manipulation who finds clues from the micro perspective.

Although Nietzsche often saw the two of them bickering...

"I must tell the Prime Minister about this. By the way, Nietzsche, keep in touch with MI6 via letters after you go to school."

After saying that, he put on a black bowler hat and left in a hurry.

However, he was the only one who was running around to bring England home. Sherlock began to rearrange all the cases together with the wizarding community, while Nietzsche began to pursue the application of this magic.

After he used a few Defense Against the Dark Arts related spells, he found that the unicorn hair was a little...unpleasant?

Just like a clogged faucet, the output of magic power was unstable, sometimes large and sometimes small. However, this was not the case when he used other standard spells.

Nietzsche had to begin exploring the secrets of commonly used spells.