Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

“安排我转校的是雷斯垂德探长，事实上差不了多少。”尼采突然回归到了一种异常平静的状态，“我只是揍了一个爱欺负人的胖子。”

Sherlock put his hands in his pockets and interjected: "Not one, but 'several'."

The boy stepped on him and walked straight inside.

But Hermione did not leave, but chased after her with the book in her arms. Nietzsche had nothing to say, but just listened silently as she kept talking about "school rules" and "moral standards."

He didn't stop until he reached the downstairs of the principal's office.

"What are you doing here with me?"

Hermione's mouth, which had been mumbling, suddenly closed, and her cheeks suddenly turned red.

The small brown freckles that are standard for British girls were looming under the red. Looking at this face without any makeup, Nietzsche sighed for a moment.

He was hemming and hawing, unable to hold back a complete sentence for a long time.

"Go in, madam, madman... I hope you won't be expelled before graduating from elementary school this time."

"Think about it!"

Holding his pipe in his mouth, Holmes glanced at a few shadows on the wall at the end of the corridor to the principal's office. He raised his eyebrows and pushed the door open without even bothering to clean up the ashes on his face.

In this private elementary school office, the walls are covered with medals and trophies.

The principal is a middle-aged Mediterranean man. Behind him are photos of some important people. In the corner is a commemorative photo with the donor.

The first thing that Nietzsche and Shylock thought of was: This is a man who worships authority and values ​​reputation.

"Nietzsche? John Holmes...then this must be his father. Please sit down, you three." When the principal saw Sherlock's dirty clothes hanging together with his suit, his face twitched.

He didn't know that every move he made was being observed by Sherlock, who was very reserved.

"Your son has excellent grades, but his personality is a bit...indistinct? Just a few days ago, he injured three people. One of them had a broken nose, and the other two had broken ribs and dislocated knee joints."

"I received letters from three parents reporting this morning. Based on the style of our school, I should expel your son."

As soon as these words came out, Hermione began to breathe heavier.

Nietzsche could notice that the edge of the cover of a book in her hand had been bent by her grip.

"Headmaster! You said..." Hermione summoned her courage and said in a mosquito-like voice.

"You said 'should be fired'."

Although Nietzsche was talking to the headmaster, he was actually reminding Hermione.

Could it be because he was about to graduate from elementary school and being expelled now would have an impact... Maybe he didn't want to offend Inspector Lestrade... He considered every possibility in his mind.

Sherlock didn't say a word the whole time.

He just pouted his lips, chewed on his unlit pipe, his eyes were in a daze, rehearsing the murder over and over again in his mind.

The principal glanced at the two people wandering around and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

Problem father and son.

"You said that you saw the three of them engaging in school violence, so you went to stop it, so everything was a self-defense counterattack... Nietzsche, I'm sorry, the victim did not say that he was bullied at the time."

The principal pushed up the glasses on his face and looked at the documents on the desktop.

Just a few days ago, this problem student with good grades in front of me tricked three people into a corner without surveillance and beat them up.

The three people who fainted were found by the on-duty staff after school and sent to the hospital. For some unknown reason, Nietzsche made them mentally ill.

"Yes, you should have been transferred to another school, but...this girl is willing to come forward and serve as a witness for you."

A thunder exploded in Nietzsche's mind.

He had calculated everything, but he never expected that Hermione, who was against him every day, would actually come forward as his witness.

In fact, Nietzsche had his own set of rules of conduct in school, but sometimes, Hermione, who was also a book lover, would always speak out to stop him...can't do this, can't do that.

Nietzsche nicknamed Hermione "Ms. Conformist."

Naturally, Hermione was not to be outdone, and privately called him "Mr. Always Reasonable."

"Hermione?" Nietzsche said in disbelief, "Her?"

"Miss Granger said that she had also been teased and bullied by those three people, so after judgment, Mr. Holmes, your son will not be expelled...but! He will have to undergo a psychological examination!"

What happened was beyond Nietzsche's expectation. Only after he went out did he realize that Hermione was immediately running towards the end of the corridor.

He saw a couple coming out of the corner and hugging Hermione. Mr. Granger nodded in Nietzsche's direction and took off his hat to show respect.

Sherlock clapped his hands.

"To celebrate that you haven't been expelled, let's go out for a dinner tonight... Isn't it surprising that your 'rival' at school actually helped you."

"It's not surprising. After all, Aunt Irene's case has happened to you."

The two of them were walking all the way outside the school gate, and suddenly Nietzsche heard a laugh beside him that he couldn't hold back.

He said angrily: "Aunt Eileen likes you, but the relationship between me and her is another matter. You can regard this kind of thing as a miracle of life! People are alive, not just rational thinking!"

"I didn't say anything... Going to the Royal Dining Room tonight?"

"No problem, don't tell Watson!"

"If he didn't see it."

.........

Hermione got in the car with her parents. She looked at the scenery flying behind her and felt a little happy.

"That kid, is he the friend who helped you get out of those three bastards last semester?"

"I don't agree with his behavior. Hitting people is always bad!" Hermione pouted and retorted righteously, "And I'm not helping him, just... just..."

Mr. Granger and his wife looked at each other in front and immediately smiled silently.

My daughter hasn't been so confident for a long time.

Although she always likes to quarrel with that child and keeps ridiculing Nietzsche when she returns home, at least she is not alone in the pile of books every day.

Compared with Nietzsche, Hermione is not much better. In order to escape reality, she would rather lock herself in the world of books.

Mr. Granger took over her words and whispered, "Just think that it's not worth it for him to do that?"

Hermione nodded and continued, "Although his means were wrong, he helped others after all, but the person he helped turned his kindness into hatred. If I don't help him, what's the difference between me and those people?!"

"Nietzsche is always like this, like a drunk, never thinking whether his behavior is allowed by school rules."

Humph, it doesn't matter.

She finally caught the other party's pigtail.

When she thought that Nietzsche would start to frame herself with some philosophical principles in the future, she attacked with "I am your savior"!

Although it was very rogue, it worked.

Just as she was swinging her legs and fell into the imagination of riding on Nietzsche's head, Mrs. Granger took out a beautiful envelope from her bag, which also had "Hogwarts" written on it.

The content inside, except for the different recipients, was exactly the same as Nietzsche's.

"Hogwarts... School of Magic?!"

Some secrets emerged from deep in her heart, and Hermione suddenly became a little panicked.

Volume 1: Chapter 3 An Unpleasant Meeting with the Old Bat

A month after Nietzsche's expulsion, the weather in London finally returned to normal.

Even 221 Baker Street became unusually lively.

First, the Duke of Blackwood, who was caught by Sherlock, crawled out of the grave after being executed, and then there was a series of clueless murders.

The Prime Minister was anxious and began to appease the masses and ordered to find out at all costs.

"How is it possible, there are no chemicals...no struggle..." Sherlock sat on the sofa and kept looking up information in his mind space, "This is against the rules!"

This is a miracle in crime...miracle?

His thoughts suddenly flashed to Irene Adeline in the Bohemian Scandal, how did she escape from the encirclement, not to mention that she held Nietzsche hostage at the time.

Knocked out all the police and guards, and left with the photos.

Obviously, it's not something a woman can do.

At this time, Nietzsche yawned and walked out of the room.

Good guy, it's still night now?

No, of course not. It's just that Holmes drew all the curtains to create the feeling of an interrogation room. Nietzsche walked past the old man from the church lying on the table and walked to the bay window.

"No, don't open it yet...ah!!"

The dazzling sunlight made Holmes begin to lose his sense of reality, and he slid off the sofa.

He fell on the carpet and kept rolling.

"It's summer vacation now, you should go out for a walk, and... I don't want to eat at the same table with the new 'guest' tonight."

"How long has it been, Nietzsche, let your dad take a break...ah!"

"A month." Nietzsche looked at his watch and reminded, "I'm going to catch some amphibians to prepare for your experiment, so...see you tonight."

Originally, it was only him and Hermione together, but she suddenly called yesterday and said that there were guests at home and she couldn't go out to play.

Poor Nietzsche, was played around by Hermione.

Just as the two were still chatting, the door was opened, and a middle-aged man in a black robe, who looked like a cult organization, walked in silently, holding a small wooden stick in his hand.

The black hair looked greasy, even reflecting the sunlight through the window.

"If you want to find Holmes, he doesn't care about other cases now."

Nietzsche looked at the man in front of him warily. You know, the door was locked, and only the Watsons and Mrs. Hudson had the key to open it from the outside.

But the man remained unmoved and blocked the door.

"I'm here to find you, Nietzsche? John Holmes!" He dragged his voice long and weak, his eyes dull, "You can call me Professor Snape, and don't lose the letter on purpose anymore."

As he said, he took out an envelope from his sleeve.

Nietzsche looked at the letter that was thrown away as a prank, his pupils dilated, and then he dodged to the side.

Shouted: "Stalker!!"

Before Snape could figure out the situation, he saw Sherlock on the sofa instantly pull out a metal short stick and pointed it at himself. Looking through the dark hole, he felt a sense of danger in his heart.

After 0.5 seconds of thinking time, the metal baton made a loud "bang".

The door frame beside Snape splashed with wood chips.

"Raise your hands above your head!"

"What's wrong with you?!"

Nietzsche suddenly saw Snape's hand holding the stick, and turned to Sherlock. He squatted down hurriedly, using a wooden man as a cover, and pointed his right hand into a claw, aiming at Snape's right hand.

Well, he does have some little secrets

It is because of these "little secrets" that he can often beat students who are taller and stronger than himself.

Nietzsche called it "the Force"!

Snape certainly saw his movements, and then a powerful, invisible force suddenly pinched his wrist and raised it above his head.

This was what he least expected.

"Who are you?"

But Snape just gritted his teeth, looked at the father and son with a venomous look, and said word by word: "I am the professor of potions at Hogwarts, you bunch of Muggles."

When his eyes fell on the corpse on the dining table, he immediately felt that this family was not an ordinary family.

But Sherlock was not afraid at all and looked back.

"Okay, this... professor, who are you working for?"

"I'm working for myself! That's enough!!"

He said something, and a gust of wind blew up from his body, pushing Sherlock and Nietzsche away. Then he pointed with his right hand, and a flash of red light flashed across the room.

Sherlock felt the Colt revolver in his hand fly out uncontrollably.