Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

He was not surprised when he heard the name.

Rather, he deliberately let Nietzsche know about this person.

"You mean--Moriarty has been spying on us for a long time?" Nietzsche's thoughts couldn't help but drift to the day when he first received the Hogwarts admission notice, "But...but I don't clear..."

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

Quirrell couldn't help but show a hint of admiration when he mentioned the other person, like a scholar who sees another colleague solve a mathematical problem that he has been unable to understand for decades.

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

Wizards and Muggles will eventually come into conflict.

And this Nietzsche can understand it better, because he knows that the direct cause of this disaster is Voldemort... The other party will eventually crawl out of the dark and damp sewers and lead his believers to launch a war.

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

"Because of this." Quirrell took off the visor on his head, revealing his head that had not yet grown hair. "When a person's body is contaminated, the soul will also be affected, and he is a Leprechaun." "Master Nian."

Legilimency, this is a curse that Nietzsche had not heard of.

But it's not difficult to understand - Voldemort saw the conversation between Quirrell and Moriarty through some kind of magic that can penetrate the mind, so he stupidly got involved.

As a result, the great Dark Lord was taken advantage of by the Muggles he despised most.

"But don't purebloods hate Muggles? Why would they help another group of Muggles... Malfoy?" Sherlock reacted instantly, "They have reached an interest cooperation with some British ministers."

"The answer is correct~" Quirrell's eyes were full of appreciation.

So Sherlock stood up excitedly, walking back and forth, mumbling something.

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

"He exploited the arrogance of the dark wizard and supported the Home Secretary and Lord Cava in surrendering to the enemy in order to ignite the powder keg that stood between the two worlds."

"And I had to stop this crime so that those pure-blood wizards wouldn't get any advantage. In the end, only Moriarty won..."

His nervous look made Quirrell a little worried - had Holmes gone 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, just get used to it. After all, he still has a bit of a masochistic tendency."

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

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

"But you, why did you suddenly switch sides?" Sherlock suddenly turned around and stared directly at Quirrell and said, "Even if you were threatened by that demon, there is no reason for you to switch sides to Moria. Opposite TI!"

"First of all, I didn't betray...Secondly, my life was given to me by Nietzsche, so what if I really betray him?" Quirrell's words made Nietzsche a little embarrassed.

In fact, Nietzsche felt that he had just been saved.

There is no reason not to save, why not save someone if you can... Besides, destroying the magic stone directly, it is better to find a new hope.

But sometimes this is the case. Before an inevitable outcome appears, various accidents must begin to converge, and it is Nietzsche's accidental choice that led to Quirrell's current support.

It can be regarded as unintentional planting.

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

"There is no need to worry about this." Nietzsche raised his hand and interjected, "Arthur Weasley should have taken advantage of the search warrant to put things in those old pure-blood houses. You just need to give the final testimony."

Don't ask who you learned this dirty trick from.

Asked Mycroft.

Volume 1: Chapter 78 Oh~my old buddy~

Hermione only felt that she was very unlucky to be at Holmes's house!

Why...why did she also meet Nietzsche in the Oxford University library one morning?

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

"Can you be happy?" Nietzsche said nonchalantly, holding a bottle of Bozi soda, "I have been with you in the library all morning, and now we just need you to accompany us to meet a... famous university professor."

He and Quirrell sandwiched Hermione, and the two clinked glasses on top of her head happily.

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

"Miss Granger, are you telling 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, not wanting to speak.

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

"I don't want to meet the Napoleon of the criminal world, let alone put my parents in danger." She sighed and said, "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 to better protect your family, instead of saying, 'Oh, this was not in my plan.'" Nietzsche said in a high-pitched voice, imitating Hermione's tone.

Hermione was furious when she saw his mean look.

"Do you know that you look like Draco Malfoy now?"

"Hey, that's too much...it's okay to scold someone, but not in such an insulting way."

She couldn't imagine that Nietzsche spent several days on guard in the Oxford library. What was even more unbelievable was that Professor Quirrell (former) actually followed him and seemed to enjoy it.

What's going on? Does Quirrell always look like this in front of acquaintances?

Being a bit neurotic, it is easy to become overly excited or nervous.

Oxford is located near the Thames River. It can be traced back to the 12th century. The entire campus is integrated into the city without even a formal signboard. Four museums and a theater are set up in it.

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

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

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

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

"Your taste for Schubert's "The Fisherman's Song" has not changed." Quirrell walked in calmly.

The entire office is very spacious. There is a professor and a student standing next to a blackboard. The other person has a brown beard, a broad forehead, slightly sunken eyes, and his shoulders are a bit hunched due to years of exertion.

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

"Quirinas, I've never heard that you have two children." He paused obviously and said with an easy-going smile, "If you let me take care of you, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient, and I will start a lecture tour. ”

Hermione hugged the book and perfectly displayed her appearance - a little girl looking at everything around her with interest.

"No, I just brought the students to say goodbye." Quirrell deliberately emphasized their identities, "I have been noticed."

"If you need help, just let me know." Professor Moriarty shook hands with him and motioned for the others to casually ask, "Tea or coffee? Liquor?"

"Cafe."

Quirrell didn't shy away, he just snapped his fingers, and the cold brew pots and cups in the room automatically became busy.

From the current point of view, the two have indeed known each other for a long time.

"I need people like you, my friend." Moriarty gestured for the two of them to sit down and continued, "It seems that you are deeply liked by Quirinus, and you can let a student like him... let me Guess, you must be Nietzsche.”

He has the temperament of a professor in every move he makes. If he didn't know the real details, he might have been deceived.

"Some people need me more, James."

"Hmm... do you know what he was doing before?" Moriarty did not refute, but said kindly to the two little ones, "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... Do you know that 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 scratched the edge of the cup with her fingertips.

"Even if it affects many innocent people?" She suppressed the anger in her heart.

"That's inevitable, kid." Moriarty said. "The powder keg of wizards and the outside world has been swollen enough...right, Nietzsche Holmes?"

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

There was nothing to worry about. When he deliberately sent someone to intercept the Hogwarts admission letter, Nietzsche already knew that the other party was targeting Holmes, and such almost threatening words could not shake his heart.

The law of celestial mechanics: When two objects collide, there will always be effects on the surrounding areas.

Therefore, it is necessary for Hermione to face possible dangers.

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

Quirrell happily put his hands in his sleeves, already holding the wand.

Let's not talk about attacks, but as long as there is danger, there is absolutely no problem in running away with Nietzsche and Hermione as soon as possible.

"From a macro perspective, I think you are very convincing, but... you ignore certain individuals. Sometimes they have no impact on the entire trend, but they can change the outcome."

Nietzsche faced the opponent's pressure and remained as calm as possible.

"But I still hope you will think about it for me." Moriarty only thought it was a joke.

At present, he just wants to win over Quirinus Quirrell, or perhaps out of his appreciation for Nietzsche, he has always been friendly. The cunning and ferocity behind him were not revealed.

So he stood up and exchanged a few pleasantries before going out to teach.

It was not until he heard the door close that Nietzsche leaned back with a sense of relief and stared at the chandelier above his head in a daze.

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

"Is he threatening you with me?" Hermione said belatedly.

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

Hermione was a little at a loss, but more angry.

In fact, being able to threaten herself was enough to show how important she was in Nietzsche's heart. Of course, this might also be Moriarty's own guess... Hermione thought indifferently.

"So you really agree with his point of view?" Hermione said.

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

When Voldemort is resurrected, how can the Ministry of Magic hide it at that time?

Expect a 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 also become a new scapegoat... After all, wizards and Muggles will definitely merge one day in the future, because the contradiction will not disappear on its own initiative.

But Nietzsche opposed Moriarty to ignite the powder keg in advance in such an unscrupulous way.

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

"Professor Quirrell." Hermione said with resentment.

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

He is like a housekeeper who cares about the young master and the young lady.

"Moriarty can't commit crimes just for the sake of committing crimes. There must be a need." Nietzsche pursed his lips.

But from the beginning to now, he will not be associated with anyone at all, and there is no evidence at all.

What does a trader like him hope to get?

Volume 1: Chapter 79 Holmes's housekeeper

When Quirrell was engaged in Muggle research, he would travel to various places to learn.

In his words, 'If wizards want to understand Muggles, they must go deep into Muggles', so Professor Moriarty became one of Quirrell's few friends 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 treacherous to Professor Moriarty, but just chose another person who was more suitable for him-Nietzsche Holmes, who was not as unsympathetic as the professor and infinitely close to moral degradation.

After they returned to Baker Street from Oxford, Quirrell had another thing to solve: accommodation.

"You plan to live here?" Mrs. Hudson blinked in disbelief, "Are you sure?"

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

"Why not? If there are ghosts, I won't be afraid..." Quirrell took out a small piece of gold from his arms and put it in her hand, "How about this month's rent?"

The gold nugget was taken out, and even Nietzsche and Hermione were stunned.

"One month? God... Although I don't know what house you usually live in, 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 nails.

It is real pure gold, not a gold-plated liar.