Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

Hermione noticed the other person's choice of words.

"Now?"

“Ahem…You have such a rich adventurous spirit. I’ve made up my mind…Gryffindor!” After announcing this, it whispered, “Don’t worry, the journey before achieving your ideal is a great adventure in itself.”

When Hermione put down the Sorting Hat, she realized that everyone below was looking at her and whispering.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall led her down and said softly, "You were up there for about five or six minutes, Miss Granger."

"So long? But I feel..."

Hermione observed that everyone else resolved the issue within half a minute.

“I understand, you can go now.” McGonagall’s originally serious face relaxed slightly. “I was just like you back then, which is actually a good thing.”

But when the professor looked up, the corners of his mouth, which had been upturned, pursed up again.

"Next up, Nietzsche-John Holmes!"

Nietzsche looked at the hat in front of him with some disdain. He leaned his cane against the chair, suppressed the urge to clean it, and gently placed it on his hair.

The movements were very gentle, unlike those wizards who would suddenly slam their heads on their heads.

As he put the hat on his head, a thought popped into his head.

"Why is there another complicated person like this? Can't we have some simple-minded guys like before?"

Goodness, before he even started to dislike the Sorting Hat, the Sorting Hat started to dislike itself.

"Hurry up, any house will do, just like Gryffindor from before."

"What are you doing? 'Hurry up~ either one is fine'... Do you think this is chopping vegetables?" The Sorting Hat mimicked his tone, muttering, "Honestly, you have no patience at all."

But the Sorting Hat also has some contradictions.

Although dealing with such complex wizards is troublesome, it also has its own unique kind of joy.

“I can feel your helpfulness...like the sun, haha, it reminds me of Lady Helga, Hufflepuff? It suits you well in this respect.”

"Although I've been a bit long-winded, your attitude towards ideals is even stronger than that girl's. Although you don't like pursuing honor, believe me, Slytherin is also very suitable for someone like you."

"This is troublesome... This is troublesome~ Why don't you chat with me for a bit, just talk about anything."

One second they were in the branch campus, and the next they were chatting like old friends.

Nietzsche thought to himself, "What do you want to talk about?"

"If you'd like to talk about ideals, after all, you have a proportion of honesty, courage, ideals and wisdom, but I sometimes sort houses according to the wizard's philosophy."

An ideal, unlike a fantasy, is a goal that humanity strives for throughout its life.

What was Nietzsche's ideal?

This story may begin from the day he first discovered magic and named it 'The Force'.

Nietzsche, adopted by the Watsons, grew up in the Holmes family. He was exposed to classic cases and, after discovering his own differences, always felt that the future needed him.

It was an intuition, a yearning for utopia.

So Ni used one question to answer another.

Do you find it boring that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west every day?

Chapter Fourteen: Slytherin Without Cheers

"sun?"

The Sorting Hat was actually thinking about this question.

"If it could talk, it would probably get bored, since it only sees the sun rise in the east and set in the west every day."

However, Nietzsche firmly stated that the Sorting Hat's idea was wrong, and this decisiveness revealed to it a arrogance unlike any other Nietzsche had ever shown.

I really can't think of any other word to describe the Sorting Hat...

"But its rising and setting is to bring sunlight to people on the other side of the earth. Only when it shines on everyone is it recognized as the greatest star, and wizards... are people who are full of light."

"I...I think I understand."

This answer sounds incredibly boring.

Upon closer reflection, a transcendent excitement suddenly filled the Sorting Hat, and it began to tremble uncontrollably over Nietzsche.

The dust fell off because of its shaking, revealing its originally comfortable fabric.

Which wizard doesn't consider himself independent of humanity? Even the most cowardly wizard considers himself lucky. Only Nietzsche was an exception.

He actually thought that wizards were called "wizards" because they could bring about better changes to the world.

"Excuse my bluntness, but those old Slytherin rules should have died long ago. That's it. For your ideals, I know what to do."

“I’m sorry, Nietzsche. Although you are also suited to Gryffindor, if you want to get closer to that ideal, you have to take practical actions. That place is where you can better showcase your talents.”

It is Slytherin’s honor to have such courage and vision.

Although saying that would infuriate Salazar Slytherin, well... he's not here anymore anyway.

Is not it?

"Slytherin!!"

When its hoarse announcement echoed throughout the auditorium, those waiting below, who were almost asleep, were dumbfounded.

Harry and Ron were stunned, Neville was dumbfounded, and Hermione, sitting at the Gryffindor table, watched incredulously as Nietzsche got up from his chair, picked up his cane, and walked downstairs.

Even Malfoy was stunned... Could he be a descendant of some magical family?

"That idiot's gone senile?!" Ron exclaimed, still chewing on chili-flavored beans. "Hiss... The people who helped us were Slytherin? Harry, didn't he help you before?!"

Keep in mind that they had been waiting down there for almost ten minutes.

But the result...

That's it? ?

"That's a gathering place for dark wizards, you know!"

"Oh no, this hat must be broken. I probably won't be able to get into Gryffindor like George and Fred."

Snape, sitting in the teachers' table, was also quite surprised to hear the Sorting Hat's announcement. He even turned his gaze away from Harry and instead looked at Nietzsche, who was sitting at the Slytherin table.

Did he have the blood of some holy family before he was adopted by a Muggle?

Dumbledore was somewhat bewildered; he couldn't quite figure out what the students below were thinking.

What's wrong with this year? It's one thing to suddenly have two more hats, but why are people suddenly starting to suspect that the head of the head department is senile just because of the division of the department?

Some of Slytherin's people were in the third carriage, so they weren't particularly welcoming of Nietzsche's arrival, nor were they overly cold towards him.

After all, Dean Snape is still here watching.

"Quiet, let's continue with the Sorting Hat." Dumbledore tapped his glass lightly with his spoon a few times, standing in the middle of the seating area and speaking kindly. "The Sorting Hat is made based on the wizard's personality and some of their wishes, so let's maintain basic respect."

"Everyone..."

But as it turns out, the Sorting Hat was indeed not broken.

Malfoy did not go to Gryffindor, and Ron did not go to Slytherin.

Afterwards, Dumbledore announced the start of the meal, looking at the students with a broad smile and open arms.

"Idiot! Cry! Residue! Screw it!"

As the banquet began, food suddenly appeared on all the golden platters as the principal took his seat: pumpkin pies, steaks, pork chops, carrot soup, fried lamb bones... and mints to freshen breath were laid out on the table.

To be honest, Nietzsche thought that only British delicacies—fish and chips—were available here.

"What family are you from?" Malfoy sat across from Nietzsche, slowly cutting his steak as he introduced himself, "I am Draco Malfoy, and my father is a school board member here."

It's quite interesting that the mysterious wizard, a supporter of the wizard war, was able to become a school board member.

This phenomenon is quite interesting; he'll think about it more carefully after he's finished eating.

"Sherlock Holmes".

"I've never heard of it. Is it famous?"

"So-so. My uncle only meets the Queen of England privately." Nietzsche scooped a spoonful of ketchup and poured it over the golden-brown fried pork chop. "I just heard that the Foreign Ministry isn't doing so well without him."

Queen of Muggles.

It's... passable, I guess.

Malfoy imagined his Uncle Nietzsche gesturing wildly in front of the Muggle Queen and felt a little excited.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs sounds impressive. I've heard that the Ministry of Magic also has similar positions, which probably involve dealing with and navigating between the Ministries of Magic of other countries.

In short, those who can enter Slytherin are at least half-bloods.

"Then why are you still associating with Muggle wizards?" Malfoy turned his head and looked at the Gryffindor girl. "Hmph... If I were you, I wouldn't spend a single second with those people."

However, it was just such a coincidence.

Hermione at the Gryffindor table also kept glancing towards Slytherin. When she noticed Malfoy looking over resentfully, her gaze, which had been fixed on Nietzsche who was focused on eating, met his.

Hermione was already annoyed by Nietzsche's continued ungrateful behavior.

She's still here explaining things to him.

So Hermione transferred her Nietzschean anger onto Draco Malfoy.

Draco recalled the paralysis caused by the Freezing Curse, the feeling that almost put his brain into a temporary state of hibernation, and quickly turned around.

You need to see a doctor.

“What? I…I’m perfectly fine!” Draco said. “Her spell only lasts for a few minutes.”

After swallowing the last piece of pork chop, Nietzsche stood up and, while grabbing the steak, looked down at the other person: his hands, which were holding the knife and fork, trembled slightly and his muscles stiffened when he saw Hermione.