Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

What came out of his mouth was not only a scream, but also blood-streaked saliva with teeth, which was particularly eye-catching in the snow. The woman stepped on the dagger that fell on the ground.

"Now, don't move." While swinging the stick, the woman also threw out the blade hidden inside. She turned around and picked up the other person's clothes, twisted them away, and pressed him against the wall. "I said I would Very lucky."

It turned out to be a retractable dagger. She pressed the blade against the man's throat with one hand and took out her wallet from the inside of his clothes.

Faced with this imminent threat, the man immediately raised his hands, his movements as smooth as a veteran's. It was obvious that he had been invited to drink judicial milk tea by the police many times, and his face was full of regret and pain.

I didn't expect it to be a thorn, not even a rose with thorns.

"get out."

Hermione just watched the two gangsters rolling away and crawling away.

When the woman turned around, Hermione realized how beautiful the other woman was. The woman simply patted the invisible dust on her body and looked at Hermione with a sweet smile again.

That kind of smile can make people intoxicated just by looking at it.

"Thank you, sweetheart." She helped the stunned Hermione sweep away the snow above her head and said with a smile, "But don't come to a place like this again."

"I...uh...I just had to hurry today..."

"Wherever you go, I should be along the way. At least I can get out of this alley."

The woman moved the umbrella over Hermione's head and put the man's wallet into her pocket. Hermione just hesitated to say what the other person did, but for some reason, she still swallowed her words. Went back.

Although she didn't say anything, her eyes were always staring at the other person's pocket.

"I'm going to Baker Street..."

"What a coincidence, so am I."

"You also know Sherlock Holmes?" Hermione understood now. It seemed that this was another abnormal human being.

"Of course I do, I'm the person he misses the most." She dragged Hermione past Vanessa's Bakery and used the money she had robbed to buy some honey buns. "Let me guess, you must be from Nietzsche. ..friend?"

The woman's gaze was meaningful and made Hermione uncomfortable.

But who would refuse to walk with a beautiful woman? Even Hermione, who is also a woman, would unconsciously make excuses for her after seeing her jewel-like eyes:

It doesn't matter, she just got some mental damages, it's not robbery, she was acting in self-defense.

Damn it! If that's the case, doesn't she herself also belong to the abnormal category? !

It's been really strange recently. Today, two women who were very strange to Mrs. Hudson walked to Holmes' house. She stood warily on the stairwell and listened to the movements above. She didn't feel relieved until she saw Nietzsche going out to greet them.

"Aunt Eileen?"

This beautiful and dignified woman is naturally 'that woman' in Sherlock's mouth.

If the wizards heard it, they would think it was a terrorist like 'that man'.

"Where did you go to school? I didn't see you when I came to visit Sherlock before." Irene knelt down, held Nietzsche's face and pressed a kiss on it, "Not bad, the elasticity is moderate, and the feel is better than It was better before.”

In Hermione's mind, Nietzsche has always been a representative of reason.

But now this representative of reason is blushing... red! Did she read that correctly? !

"Tsk, that's disgusting." Nietzsche saw Hermione behind her and immediately wiped the lip marks on her face with his sleeve, "Go in quickly, I won't help a criminal like you a second time. "

The traces that remained on his face merged with the blush on his face.

Even so, he still acted as if he had been touched by poisonous tentacles, and immediately jumped aside to make way for Irene... It was appropriate to leave such a dangerous woman to Sherlock.

She is a bunch of poisonous thorns woven into a work of art. You can only look at it, but you cannot touch it at will.

"Who is she?" Hermione came up from the bottom of the stairs and quietly handed over a personal handkerchief.

"The countess in the criminal empire, the woman who played Sherlock Holmes twice, Irene Adler."

"Liar! She is obviously very close to you!"

"Because one of those two times was my fault."

Volume 1: Chapter 56 Then Irene opened her eyes

“I smelled a scent, it was Vanessa’s bakery’s unique honey recipe.”

"I bought it with that little girl. I stopped by to see you."

"What's wrong? No one here except Nietzsche will miss you."

"Just to ensure your safety, after all...someone wants to kill me, and you can't escape."

From the moment he entered the door, the atmosphere in the room was constantly stirring. Sherlock and Irene were sitting on the left and right sides of the stove, while Nietzsche was holding a bottle of caramel biscuits there and watching the show. He didn't want to miss a second.

Nietzsche even wanted to wait for Watson to come back and make another broadcast.

"Let me see, ah ha, it's still fresh." Irene took out a letter from the table. She came so suddenly that Nietzsche didn't even have time to clean it up.

"The Ministry of Magic... learned that you used the Levitation Charm at home at eleven o'clock yesterday... According to Article 13 of the Statute of Secrecy, any activity that may attract non-magical community members is a violation... Chapter One warning, second time..."

will be fired.

Hermione's worst fear still happened, but Nietzsche, the person involved, was unaware of it and happily swung his legs like an ordinary child, with a mouth full of cookie crumbs.

Irene was very surprised and stopped cutting the honey bread.

"Wizard, it's wonderful, isn't it?" Sherlock stared at her hand holding the bread knife, "Now you know what kind of trouble you are involved in... You are in a dangerous position in it."

The unknown represents invisible dangers, which means that she may become a victim at any time.

"I don't know what you are talking about, maybe it's just your... prank?" Irene leaned back and said lazily, "I didn't know you still like to play this kind of fantasy game, is this a popular role-playing game recently?"

"The person who wrote to you is also a professor, Irene, and you revealed the whereabouts of ordinary people to those people."

Of course, Irene certainly doesn't know the identity of the deceased behind the scenes. She is just a mouthpiece for the behind-the-scenes person, repeating the content of Quirrell's letter to the behind-the-scenes person's ear, but this is exactly the most difficult thing.

There is a misunderstanding of information between people, that is to say... at least the behind-the-scenes person has absolute trust in Irene.

But how can such a person be trusted?

"She is afraid..." Nietzsche whispered to Hermione.

"Are you saying that Irene has been caught by someone?"

"Not only that, people like her will not be tied by handles, only fatal threats."

Hermione thought about what happened before and acquiesced to his idea. Irene is not that kind of weak woman, but this also means how deep she is in this vortex of struggle, and she is still blindfolded.

For a while, both sides fell silent.

"Don't be funny, wizards and so on..." Irene suddenly laughed.

"Do you want me to be expelled to prove it?" Nietzsche blamed, "Why can't you come together yesterday? Of course, if Hermione is willing to receive a warning letter, you can see it again."

Hermione bumped him with her elbow and said coldly: "I said that was the last exception."

So Holmes won the high ground.

Irene, who was at the crest of the wave, did not show any fear. She looked at Nietzsche, took a few deep breaths, and quickly adapted to all the changes and remembered the recent news.

She soon realized something, and the knife with the bread cube stopped at her mouth.

"You have two choices. One is to leave here, which is what you are best at... disappear directly from the UK; the other is to go to Scotland Yard and get protective detention." Sherlock began to taste the gift with the joy of victory.

But after seeing Sherlock swallow it, Irene sighed and smiled again.

Seeing her change, Sherlock soon realized that something was wrong. As soon as he stood up, he felt a dizzy feeling of being top-heavy. He tilted his head, forced his eyes, and fell forward after taking two steps.

"Be careful!" Ellie seemed to have calculated everything long ago. She stood up and hugged his head, and the action was very intimate.

"You..." Sherlock looked at Hermione and muttered like a drunkard, "You didn't go in with her?"

"She was a shy child, waiting for me at the door of the bakery... Holmes, you guys leave here with me, why can't you trust me like Nietzsche?"

It happened so suddenly.

Hermione looked at the half-eaten honey bread left on her plate, and turned her head to look at the caramel biscuits in Nietzsche's hand. Before she fainted, she really wanted to grab the woman's collar and ask:

You, Irene Adler and Nietzsche, what kind of mutual trust is this?

That's right, nine out of ten of the things brought by Irene were drugged, and the remaining one was in a Schrödinger state of "coma" and "not coma" because of long-term vigilance and suspicion.

"Leave with me." Irene's tone was more distressed.

"Don't even think about it, grab...her!"

But before Sherlock closed his eyes, Nietzsche did not move, just sat quietly in the chair.

This woman had everyone under her thumb. She didn't believe the warning letter from the Ministry of Magic. It was clearly a pretense. After she had done her best to lift Sherlock back to the sofa, she walked over with an elegant pace.

Irene stretched out her hand and pressed Nietzsche's sleeve.

"My dear, I taught you your moves." She pinched it deliberately, holding the position of the wand through the clothes, "You don't want to be expelled from that... magic school, so just wait for them to wake up."

"Are you going to the professor?"

Nietzsche certainly trusted her, so he believed that Irene was just stopping by to take a look.

"I can't get away for the time being. Of course, if you want, I can take you away..." Irene pinched his face with her other hand, and whispered in his ear, "Merry Christmas."

"This time is different from before. If you want to live, you can't get involved." Nietzsche blushed and pushed her head away.

"Weakness, a fatal weakness, so I had to do it."

Eileen left. Every time she came, she always left a deep impression on everyone present. She was frivolous but not promiscuous. The joy, sadness, and surprise she showed made people unable to tell whether they were true or false.

Perhaps as Eileen said, only Nietzsche's deep-seated trust can keep her safe.

When Hermione woke up, she found herself lying on a bed. She subconsciously touched her body and found that there was no problem before she began to look into the relatively small bedroom.

There are poetry collections and "The Outsider" on the bedside table, and there are scattered pieces of draft paper on the desk, with research on magic on them, and some random comics drawn with pens.

Apart from the bed and desk, there is nothing else.

"Are you awake?" Perhaps because he heard the noise, Nietzsche's head stuck out from the crack in the door.

"You didn't remind me?!"

"I wanted you to learn a lesson... Next time you see Irene, you won't let down your guard." Nietzsche caught the pillow thrown at him and continued, "By the way, you won't drool while sleeping. Bar?"

What does it mean to learn a lesson!

Who knew that people who come into contact with Holmes are so dangerous. Mr. Watson is indeed right. The name Holmes is simply the spokesperson for trouble. Wherever he goes, trouble will appear!

"No...but I have a habit."

"Please say."

"I have a habit of drooling after waking up!"

Hermione swore that she would come back with revenge, at least... Hey, Irene Adler is a good learning partner. Just look at Mr. Holmes and you will know that the two sides have been plotting against each other since they met.

Good, Hermione has learned her lesson now.

(I don’t know if readers are satisfied with Irene’s first appearance, hehe)

Volume 1: Chapter 57 Weasley’s Mission

Since that day's drop-in visit, Irene has not appeared again, like a breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers.

After a few days of preparation at home after the Christmas vacation, Nietzsche took the warning letter from the Ministry of Magic and returned to Hogwarts with Hermione.

Many people seemed very happy after the holiday, and even Draco Malfoy temporarily forgot about those minor frictions and unhappiness.

Except for Marcus... Maybe someone had done something too hard the night before leaving school, causing him to walk with a limp. With that gloomy face, he was simply a replica of Snape.

However, there is still a difference in IQ between the two people.

"Ron, after discussions between Hermione and I, the higher-ups decided to assign you an important task." At noon one day after school started, Nietzsche threw several black boxes on the Slytherin table in the auditorium.

These were bugs obtained by Lestrade, each about three centimeters wide.

Ron and Harry were no longer as scrupulous as before. They ignored the disgusted looks from some senior Slytherins and sat next to Nietzsche.

"What kind of Muggle thing is this?" Ron had never seen anything like this before and carefully tested it with his fingers. "If it's a Christmas gift, this... this doesn't look as good as the Muggle coins Harry gave me. "

Hermione cleared her throat, regained her composure, and said, "Voice, didn't you say that your father likes to cause trouble for Malfoy, so..."

"That's not asking for trouble!" Ron actually started to mince words, "My father has always wanted to send their group of Death Eaters to Azkaban --- by the way, you may not know, that's where dark wizards are imprisoned. 's prison.

According to Hermione, it was as if the Weasleys were deliberately looking for trouble.

Ron's uncle, the elder in the family, told him that he had a kind of justice - he was very resistant to Death Eaters and dark wizards, and wished that those people would be punished by the law and be sucked dry by the dementors of Azkaban. .