Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Interesting, then how about this?"

Snape's head dropped a little, squinting.

He knocked his clothes with the stick in his hand, and they were refreshed. All the clues disappeared in an instant, leaving Sherlock and Nietzsche with endless question marks.

"Sherlock!" Watson warned, "We have to go shopping later."

"Indeed, this is not a good time."

But this time it was Snape's turn to bite tightly, and he dragged out a long tone and said, "But I insist on doing this."

Mary bulged her eyes and watched this scene with interest. This familiar plot seemed to have happened when she and Sherlock met for the first time.

"He insists on doing this." Sherlock shrugged.

Although Snape may be his professor in the future, does Nietzsche care about this?

No, he doesn't care...

Snape's arrogance and unreasonable prejudice against ordinary people reminded Nietzsche of the way the old British aristocrats treated colonies such as India in the past, strictly speaking. He was extremely disgusted with this attitude.

This is also one of the reasons why Nietzsche subconsciously rejected Hogwarts.

"Aha, I wonder if wizards have heard of handwriting psychology." He took out a letter from his arms with the signature of the leader on it.

It said: Severus Snape.

"Every stroke is very neat, but overall, it is slightly smaller than the notes of the general public... The lines of words are tilted downward, but overall it looks very chic, what does this represent?"

Nietzsche pretended to be curious and read with his head down.

Sherlock, who was sitting next to him, secretly applauded in his heart. He knew that Nietzsche was not raised in vain: at least in front of outsiders, he would still share the same hatred and enemies.

"If you are not like Watson, but like me, you can understand... Professor Snape is a pragmatist who is extremely rigorous in his work, but at the same time he always suppresses himself and almost loses empathy."

Perhaps the analysis of Nietzsche and Sherlock, the father and son, was too outrageous, causing the atmosphere in the whole room to drop to zero.

Watson shook his head again and again. If the two of them did this, they would definitely offend others.

"Hmph... maybe Muggles are not as stupid as I thought..." Snape turned his eyes away and continued, "As for you, Mr. Holmes, I hope you can study like today in the future."

"This naked threat... it seems that we need to add one more thing: narrow-minded."

Snape said with a fake smile: "Generally speaking, when others say that I am narrow-minded, I'd better really be narrow-minded, otherwise how can I prove that your inference is correct?"

Okay, okay, they have already won by making the other mysterious wizard lose his composure.

Nietzsche and Sherlock looked at the stinky face and their appetites were aroused.

Diagon Alley, in Snape's simple introduction, seems to be a gathering place for wizards, a place dedicated to purchasing magic items.

Strangely enough, I went to the Diogenes Club a few days ago and commissioned Mycroft Holmes, a British cadre, to temporarily use the satellite, but did not find any gathering place.

Obviously, the magic that Snape talked about is more mysterious than Nietzsche thought.

"Nietzsche! Sherlock! Someone is looking for you!!"

Just as they were about to leave, Mrs. Hudson's voice came from downstairs.

The footsteps in the corridor were very chaotic, about four people, and the first one to appear at the door was Nietzsche's schoolmate and enemy---Hermione Granger.

She took two steps at a time and ran up first.

"Oh---it seems to be looking for you." Watson straightened his collar from behind.

"What's wrong?"

"You...I..." Hermione said hesitantly, "I plan to go to a place to buy some things, do you want to come with me?"

She was not the kind of person who was good at hiding her thoughts, but she almost wrote the word "entangled" on her face.

And Nietzsche leaned on his cane with both hands and cleared his throat. His thoughts were also pulled back to a year ago. Finally, he calmed down, his mouth corners naturally turned up, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Those who are familiar with him know that Nietzsche has found a new fun...

"What a coincidence, I'm also planning to go out, maybe we can go together."

Hermione stamped her feet in annoyance, and saw the gloomy Snape behind Nietzsche, and she felt a little scared.

And Nietzsche was not in a hurry, just watching Hermione Granger trying hard to explain that she didn't come here on purpose, but just wanted to go out with him during the summer vacation, just on the way...

But Professor McGonagall's exclamation made her swallow back what she was about to say.

"Severus?!"

"Minerva?"

Following Hermione came a person wearing the same wizard robe, but the color was much better than Snape's.

Professor McGonagall was originally sighing in her heart, lamenting the changes and injustice of fate. In the last second, she felt that she had become the sinner who broke up her childhood sweethearts.

But in the next second, she saw the familiar Snape, who had a stern face all day long, as if the whole world owed her a million gold galleons.

Hermione was numb.

"By the way, where are you going to buy something?" Nietzsche learned Sherlock's father's acting skills to perfection, and said in a pretentious manner, "Oh... let me guess, is it a place called Diagon Alley?"

"You know... No, how do you know..."

"You told me yourself at the beginning. Has anyone ever said that you are really not suitable for lying?"

Hermione was hard.

Her fist hardened.

"So...you just watch me bother to explain and make fun of me?!"

She was even thinking of excuses, how to comfort Nietzsche, who did not know magic, and how to advise him that even if he was not a wizard, he could become the most powerful ordinary person with his own brains.

However, the cold reality is: Nietzsche also has a secret, and he even got it out of her question on the afternoon after the exam.

And he kept pretending that he didn't know.

After calming down, Hermione, contrary to her previous anxiety and shame, now suddenly felt that if Nietzsche was injured by a dump truck when he went out, she would only think that it was a good injury, and it would be best to become hemiplegic.

"You're really a bad person."

"By the way, did you think I would be scared, so you wanted to take me to Diagon Alley with you today?"

Hermione's eyes hardened.

She can guarantee that if both parents were not here now, if they were in school now, she would definitely slap him on the head with a dictionary.

"Professor McGonagall, the person I'm looking for has moved from Baker Street. It's better to go directly."

He rushed down without even looking back.

Only Mr. and Mrs. Granger and Mr. and Mrs. Watson were left shaking hands warmly.

"My name is Wendell Granger, and this is my wife Monica Granger. I heard that my daughter said that Nietzsche's father was a military doctor." He looked at Sherlock and suddenly hesitated, "This The bit is..."

Hell, the person he saw that day was Shylock, not Nietzsche's father or mother, right?

"John Watson, this is my friend Sherlock Holmes, and this is my fiancée." Watson twitched the corner of his mouth and explained quickly, "We are all the guardians of this boy."

"You guys are... really good-natured."

Mr. Granger couldn't understand it, but he was greatly shocked.

Two adoptive fathers and one adoptive mother, even in England, it was a bit premature.

Except for Nietzsche and Hermione, everyone else was a little unexpected. It seems that this trip to Diagon Alley will not be too boring.

Volume 1: Chapter 7 I was wrong, I will dare again next time

The current situation was not favorable for Nietzsche.

On the one hand, the two professors had a great time chatting with each other. The Grangers and the Holmes family were also talking and laughing, but Hermione turned her head and didn't want to talk to Nietzsche.

Are you going to give in again?

Wait... why did he say "again".

Tsk, he's not afraid of Hermione!

The two cars stopped in front of a bar. The person who got out of the Grangers and Grangers' car was Sherlock Holmes. Both of them laughed happily. I don't know what he said to make the Grangers laugh out loud. laugh.

After getting out of the car, Sherlock walked over quickly, his smile instantly disappearing.

"I'm almost done with my jokes, Watson, I'll be driving next time."

McGonagall and Snape took the lead into the bar, and then Watson walked in in front of Nietzsche and Hermione. He supported his cane with his left hand and put his right hand on his waist, swinging it slightly.

Those people passing by on the street only glanced at the two people in wizard robes in front of them, and then continued to move towards work.

The sign above the tavern was still swaying in the wind: Leaky Cauldron Tavern.

As soon as I walked in, I smelled a strong aroma of butter and milk. The lights were dim, but I could still barely see the marks of beer foam on the corrugated wooden table. There was also a staircase leading to the second floor beside the wall.

They were like the protagonists of a western cowboy movie, their shadows stretched by the sun outside the door.

In her nervous mood, Hermione subconsciously pulled towards the nearest thing at hand...

Then he deliberately used force to push Nietzsche's sleeves away as if he was disgusted.

"Professor!" A bald bartender at the bar wiped the glass, his cloudy eyes immediately became alert, "The door just opened, what do you want to order?"

His head was like a walnut, full of wrinkles.

"Pick up the new students, Tom..." Mag nodded solemnly, then turned around and asked the group behind him, "Before entering Diagon Alley, you can choose to wait for us here while drinking butterbeer."

Mr. Granger said worriedly: "Ordinary people can't go in?"

"No, I'm just worried that Muggles will be needlessly frightened." Snape said coldly, "For example... Muggles who are very good at reasoning may go crazy when they see something that is impossible for them. "

Sherlock touched the table with his fingers, then dipped some foam in it and put it under his nose.

This kind of lethal taunt, let alone breaking his defense, could not even cause his emotions to fluctuate.

Watson first looked at Sherlock, waited until the other party didn't take out the money, and then looked at Mary who was indifferent. Unfortunately, neither of them expressed anything, so he could only walk away from the bar in frustration.

He just wanted to order a glass of wine, but unfortunately, he happened to see a few people playing chess and wanted to gamble a few times.

"Aha, freshmen, I wish you a happy journey!"

After following the two professors through the back door of the tavern, everyone saw only a glimpse of a tight brick wall and a trash can in the corner.

Professor Snape tapped his wand lightly on a few bricks, and then the entire wall began to vibrate and began to shrink in all directions. This resulted in a giant door forming in the middle.

There is only a road paved with cobblestones leading to the depths.

Nietzsche touched the bricks. Miraculously, there was no mechanism. He clearly saw that the bricks overlapped each other instead of being inserted into the gap.

The order of knocking was: starting from the trash can, count three bricks up first, and then count two bricks horizontally.

"Welcome to... the magic world, everyone, do you really understand this world?"

Passing through the dark passage, what came into view was a commercial street made of cobblestones. It was hard to imagine that there was an ancient street next to Charing Cross Road in London.

There was a kind of shock as if it was a world away.

It was as if Sherlock and his party and the Granger family had traveled through time and space and returned to the Middle Ages in Europe... If this was true, it would be too dark. This was not the DC next door.

No one would want to go back to the darkest era in Europe, unless they were crazy.

"Look at the clothes those people were wearing! Ah! There is also a bookstore!!" Hermione's eyes were a little overwhelmed.

The window was filled with colorful books and cauldrons. Watson even noticed the wanted posters pasted on the stone wall. The faces in the posters were still showing ferocious expressions to him, and sometimes they would disappear.

Everything was alive.

Snape squinted his eyes. Unfortunately, he did not see Sherlock showing any emotions, and Nietzsche was at most a curious child.

"Is this what you said, a family of detectives investigating murders committed by dark wizards in the Muggle world?" McGonagall observed carefully.

If she was really not shocked in her heart, it would be a lie.

It was just that Sherlock suppressed it; while Nietzsche showed his curious side without reservation; Watson was a retired veteran with mental illness... Only Mary was the most unpredictable one.

Except for a little excitement at the beginning, she suppressed it later, and even Sherlock had to admire this.

"Believe me, Minerva, that boy is not an easy person to deal with."

"I don't ask for anything else, as long as I am more obedient than the two Weasleys." Professor McGonagall rubbed her head, waved her hand and shouted, "Everyone, we have to go to Gringotts to exchange gold Galleons first!"

Gringotts, located on the north side of Diagon Alley, according to Professor McGonagall, wizards seem to have their own currency system, like a second country located within the United Kingdom.