Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Lower your body, please lie with me for a while." Nietzsche grabbed the scarf around her neck and pulled it down, pretending to be relaxed, "I insist on this, the only thing I can do is wait."

"Waiting to die? Oh my god, what a perfect plan!"

Hermione tried to fight back, but as soon as she showed her head, a red spell flew over and blew a big hole in the snow.

Ever since she and Nietzsche sat at the same table, a series of things had never stopped, especially when they arrived at Hogwarts. She thought she could curb Nietzsche's behavior, but she didn't expect that things were completely out of her personal control.

That's great, I hope when she goes back, her parents won't see Hermione missing an arm or a leg on Christmas Day.

"You're dead! I swear..." Marcus's voice came from the front of the platform. He seemed very angry, "It's all because of you, Nietzsche! Even if I repeat another year, it doesn't matter!"

"Then try it! You idiot!" Hermione yelled back angrily.

The feud with Marcus Flint was actually forged very early, but now the other party hates them more than they imagined.

"Aha, there's also that Mudblood from Gryffindor." Another voice was sharp, sounding closest to the two of them. "Take your little boyfriend and get away, take the train back crying and say, 'I'll never see you again. I don’t want to come here anymore’.”

"If you're not afraid of being fired, just go ahead and do it."

"Expelled? Hahaha... I was retained one level back then, and I am still here now."

Will she be able to go back intact, will her parents... No, Granger, now is not the time to think about that.

"Obstacles... many obstacles..." "Who? Who's there?" "You idiots are being followed!"

Hermione was stunned because she heard the 'little troll' Marcus suddenly yelling there, and then there were the sounds of several people falling to the ground, and then she got up from behind the snowdrift.

Only now can one see a total of five senior Slytherins, and the one closest to them has fallen.

"Who is it?!" Marcus canceled out a red light and shouted into the depths of the woods.

Now that the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed, it was his turn to be frightened.

Marcus couldn't figure out who in the whole school would dare to deal with him except Nietzsche... He didn't pay attention to the lower grades at all, and the only one who had an obvious problem with him was C. Warrington.

He roared angrily and launched an attack into the shadows: "Warrington, I know it's you who is doing this!"

The other party's body appeared out of thin air and escaped Marcus's curse. Hermione recognized it as the Disappearance Curse. Along with Warrington, there were also several senior students, some of whom Nietzsche had never seen before. face.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen students quickly walked out of the steaming express train and stood in the distance.

"Derian Pusey, you are indeed with him... Terrence Higgs, I don't think I intend to move your Seeker position, hahaha, you want to betray me too? Um?"

Terrence was a gentle-looking wizard, and he only smiled slightly at Marcus' throat-tearing curses.

"Captain Warrington can be replaced back then, I... It's only a matter of time. To be honest, I am already very unhappy with the way you won victory for Slytherin."

Nietzsche nodded towards Hermione and was the first to emerge from the snowdrift trench.

After the Slytherin game, he heard about this seeker from Warrington. The other party was already very dissatisfied during the game, and he did not play any tricks. He abided by the rules of the game and did not seek to cheat.

So when Marcus knocked Harry around, he didn't immediately take the opportunity to seize the Golden Snitch.

"I'm here for the fucking victory! For the honor of Slytherin! You..."

"Here we go again." Nietzsche waved his hand and said impatiently, "Okay, that's your honor and has nothing to do with us. Don't put the claims passed down by your 'ancestors' on us."

Perhaps this was a gesture, because when he finished waving his hands, Hermione saw those people surrounding Marcus.

Her eyes flashed with various colors, and then several wands flew out, and she didn't know who they were. Looking at the scene in front of her, Hermione instinctively wanted to stop it, but she couldn't find any reason.

So we could only avoid the snow that became bumpy around us.

"Did you plan it in advance?"

"I'm not giving orders to anyone, Hermione, and I'm not the boss of anyone. They...are fighting for themselves."

Of course it was not Nietzsche's request. When he and Hermione first set foot on the Black Lake, Warrington carried a broomstick, grabbed a few friends, and braved the wind and snow from Hogwarts to the train station.

They used the Disillusionment Curse to hide here and arrived earlier than Marcus.

"It's more dangerous to take the small road, and it's impossible for anyone to set up an ambush on the vast black lake ice. The only place they would ambush is when we are most relaxed—the second before we get in the car."

Hermione couldn't believe it. If Nietzsche hadn't noticed the reflection of the white air on the snow and those footprints, the curse would have hit him from behind as soon as he stepped onto the train.

This is equivalent to being surrounded by gangsters at the entrance of the alley just after leaving elementary school.

"Yingardium Leviosa~" Nietzsche keenly noticed that a Slytherin wanted to attack Hermione, so he used a levitation spell to make the other party levitate.

The floating spell... no, according to Quirrell, this should be an advanced strangulation spell.

He turned to Hermione and said, "You go up first, and I'll ask something."

"Okay, don't forget the departure time of the train, you only have twenty minutes." Hermione shook her head helplessly, turned around and walked halfway, then turned to look at him and said seriously, "We are different from them, remember to be measured. "

The men moved out of the way, and Hermione put her hands in her pockets and stepped onto the train.

A wizard who is not protected by the Iron Armor Curse is as helpless in front of Nietzsche's Floating Curse as an ordinary person encounters a dark wizard. In order to prevent him from casting spells without a wand, both arms were twisted and dislocated.

And because the man couldn't open his mouth, his screams could only linger in his throat.

"I said, you stay in your own small circle and play with your own political schemes and unspoken rules. I will not stop you, but it is another thing to stand in our way repeatedly."

"You want to destroy Slytherin... right, you want to destroy it!" Marcus struggled to break free of the rope.

Nietzsche spit out a piece of licorice stick and made a slurping sound like a dog.

"Flint, when the new era comes, the last people waiting in their own land will only spend a few gold galleons at most. If they block the road, they will be mercilessly run over by the wheels of history... By the way, You don’t know what a wheel is.”

How could this be considered ruining Slytherin? Nietzsche made it better.

The person who was hung up was the one who was knocked down first. Yes, it was the wizard who called Hermione a 'Mudblood'.

He suddenly felt that his arms had lost their restraints and were hanging weakly on both sides of his body. Then, his throat seemed to be covered with a rope that kept shrinking, and a kind of fear shot out of his eyes.

He will die...he will be hanged like this...

Just shrink a little more and the throat bones will be pinched.

"What do you want, money? A voice in Slytherin? Prefects?"

Nietzsche suddenly smiled, lowered his right hand, and released Slytherin floating in the air.

The treatment lasted about three days, and the psychological recovery lasted about half a year. As for the bad mouth problem... it has been completely cured.

"What do you mean by the existence of wizards?" He said to himself without waiting for the other party to think, "To prove that I am a new human being? I don't need power or money. Flint, don't think of me as someone who was once You deceived people.”

"I do not know what you're talking about..."

"You must have created the mysterious man, a humanoid weapon that announced your power to the world."

At the mention of this name, no one dared to speak out, and some people began to gasp. Invisible fear accompanied them in the sky, as if something was staring at them in the birch forest in the distance.

After Warrington calmed down, he took a few steps back, shocked by this.

"What crazy things are you talking about? Look who you are following, an arrogant lunatic!" Flint raised his hand and pointed the tip of his wand at Nietzsche.

The next second, severe pain shot through his fingertips. Flint retracted his hand, only to find that his five fingers were squeezed together, as if a rope was wrapped around the handle of a wand, and they were twisted out of shape.

But Nietzsche was not moved at all, and just looked at him with cold eyes.

"When the conflict between the new capital and the landlords becomes very acute, war will come, but a powerful individual wizard will change the direction of the entire war, and you are also very good at attracting some... special geniuses."

"Purebloods don't care who wins or loses, you just need to poke a wound in the magical world that can't be healed."

Shylock's words reminded Nietzsche that the situation of wizards is different from that of the outside world. The long-term isolation has caused wizards to develop a muddling mentality.

After seeing the sorrow and pain caused by the war, they did not run towards the enemy with anger, but chose reconciliation. This 'weakness' is the reason why pure blood still exists.

In other words, wizards have the ability to change the development of things, but they are short-sighted.

"Is this... is this true?" Warrington wanted to forget what he heard today.

"Who knows?" Nietzsche tilted his head, "At least he won't be the captain next year. Captain Warrington, it's really strange... Why did the dark wizard want to destroy the balance between the British government and the magical world recently?"

He got on the train without looking back, walked into Hermione's carriage, and looked at the crowd that had re-closed through the window, lost in thought.

One thing Flint said was right - Warrington and the others wanted to find someone to follow and worthy of worship, but Nietzsche refused. He didn't want to let himself become like that.

Worship is not a good motivation to move forward. He wants them to devote themselves wholeheartedly, so they must know that they are actually doing it for themselves, rather than seeing everything as a means of surrender.

The train whistle blew and Hermione closed her eyes, not thinking about these trivial matters.

"What will happen to Flint?"

"You won't be expelled, but you will be seriously injured outside the school." Nietzsche lowered the curtains and closed his eyes. "Let's take a rest. There is still one night before we go home."

Volume 1: Chapter 52 Bastard Dad Sherlock

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone on Nietzsche's eyelids through the glass, and he woke up.

He could hear the rumble of the train, the sound of Mercury pecking at cans of meat, and occasionally the sound of Hermione turning the pages of books. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Hermione's legs crossed under the table and the snow. Ground boots.

There is a circle of white plush around the mouth of the boots, which should feel good to the touch.

"We're almost there..."

"Let Sherlock come up to me." Nietzsche pressed his hat against his face to block out the light.

The Hogwarts Express slowed down, and Hermione pushed aside the curtains on her side, and saw a man in a formal suit standing in the crowd, with his ears slightly tilted to the sides, and another couple standing beside him.

Sherlock Holmes really came.

"How do ordinary people get through that wall?"

"It's just a Muggle Confusion Charm, which is just a decoration for him. He must have come in with the parents of other half-blood wizards." Nietzsche wanted to die in this carriage so that he wouldn't have to work overtime.

"Well... I thought my parents could come in too." Hermione was a little disappointed.

Who doesn't want to see their parents standing in front of the platform, opening their arms to welcome themselves who have just been in school for three months.

But she knew why after a little thought, the Grangers were dentists, and they were typical middle-class people in the UK, and the middle class is often the most conservative. They are worried that they will touch the rules of wizards.

On the platform, Watson found that many people's eyes were always looking at them, so he deliberately adjusted his collar from time to time, and then lifted his sleeves and looked at his watch.

Finally, Holmes couldn't help it, so he waited until the train door opened and said immediately:

"They are not country bumpkins, Watson, they just never contact the outside world."

"I just checked the time." He felt it was inappropriate, so he added, "Besides, didn't you notice the curious eyes of the wizards next to you when you went to Gringotts to change money?"

Those wizards didn't even know much about banknotes and coins, as long as the goblins were used to these things.

After a while, several people finally saw Nietzsche and Hermione getting off the train. Watson subconsciously stepped forward to pick up their luggage, while Sherlock supported them with his arms.

"Merry Christmas, children." Mary smiled gently, "How is the new school?"

"Very good, perfect, the classmates are very kind, each college and dean has its own characteristics, and sometimes we can see some other creatures breaking in, which greatly enriches biology..."

"You plan to become a warehouse manager in the magic world in the future, a taste of Mycroft."

Sherlock looked at Hermione, and his sharp eyes like eagle eyes also made the girl hide her eyes.

"He is my assistant in school, just like you and...Watson's father. People like you who only go out when commissioned must not just come to visit your son, right?"

"An American ambassador died a month ago, and the Scottish police station was temporarily designated as 'self-immolation'." Sherlock nodded in appreciation, took the lead and walked out of the wall and returned to the real King's Cross Station.

He mentioned this matter in the letter, so Nietzsche knew what he was talking about.

"It seems that uncle has to work overtime again..."

The deceased was an American ambassador and also a member of the Four Orders.

The four knights are the Knights Templar, the Knights Hospitaller, the Teutonic Livonian Knights and the Knights of Santiago, but they were indeed disbanded a long time ago, and now they have become one of the ties between British dignitaries.

"Let's talk in the car, they just came back from school." Watson threw the luggage into the trunk and rolled his eyes at him, "You look like Lestrade came to you, helpless... with a little anxiety."

Hermione didn't want to explore the news, just stood there looking around.

Mary, as a teacher, saw her emotional changes at a glance and said softly: "Your parents are waiting for you at home."

Watson was driving, Mary was sitting in the co-pilot seat, and Holmes sat in the middle of the back seat like a child king, and he was quite satisfied with this seat.

"Wait, you said it well, but what does this have to do with me?" Nietzsche deliberately pretended to be indifferent.

"Because this is obviously not a case of self-immolation. It was raining heavily on the day of the incident. The deceased had nothing flammable except a pistol, and there were two rounds missing from the magazine. The driver who picked her up that day did not bring an umbrella."

Hermione instinctively realized that something was wrong. She was in a stolen car!

No, no, no, she is just a student at a magic school. Forget about this kind of problem involving international disputes and dark wizards...Hermione's eyes were empty, and Watson saw it in the rearview mirror.

He pursed his lips and held back his smile, thinking that he was the same at the beginning.

"Well, the deceased must have been soaked before being burned to death. Is there any spell that can summon fire?" Nietzsche frowned and thought hard, "Hermione, isn't your spell class the best?"

"Don't give me that!" Hermione glanced to the other side.