Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

There were no dramatic rescuers. The sudden, sharp pain made Nietzsche's eyes widen. He opened his mouth blankly and made a series of "hoarse" sounds, drool dripping onto the ground with each cough.

Draco, however, was taken aback, looking at Crabbe and Goyle with some hesitation.

But after a moment, he made up his mind.

“Now we’ll remember you. You never thought you’d end up in Slytherin, did you?” Crabbe said smugly.

Although things happened somewhat beyond Draco Malfoy's expectations, what else could he do after the two 'bodyguards' had already fought?

“Nietzsche, you still have a choice: stay away from Gryffindor and follow Slytherin's rules... After that, you'll know which side can truly help you achieve great things..."

Nietzsche, on the other hand, seemed to have gone mad, drooling.

His thoughts raced through his mind, and basic logical deductions led Nietzsche to calculate the next few steps.

Suddenly, Nietzsche closed his mouth and sprayed the saliva he had accumulated in his mouth onto Crabbe's face, leaving Crabbe covered in Nietzsche's saliva mixed with food scraps.

The moment the other person releases their hands, immediately swing the cane to the left with your right hand.

Gore only saw a flash of yellow light reflected from the metal before his head started buzzing.

After swinging the heavy metal cane a second time, Crabbe lay on the ground rolling around, blood flowing from his head.

One person, one stick—a perfect match to the previous one person, one punch. Ni then kicked the two chubby guys rolling on the ground with the tip of his shoe. Not enough, in Sherlock Holmesian terms: 'Clip off their wings, sprinkle some salt, and flip them over.'

Then a few more blows were added, as if the butcher was pounding the beef to loosen it up.

“Draco Malfoy…you’ve got it wrong. It’s not that I’m locked up in Slytherin, but that you’re forced to be in the same house as me.” Nietzsche took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth. “I have no interest in so-called pure-bloodism.”

I had assumed Nietzsche would seek refuge from the scorching sun.

In reality, he is a radiant sun god, full of sunlight.

Draco wouldn't know what it felt like to be hit on the head with a stick, but just looking at the bright red blood left on Crabbe and Goyle's heads made his legs go weak.

As the apple of her family's eye, she has always dealt with the theory of bloodline superiority. Usually, when she bullies others, she relies on her two bodyguards or other people. This is the first time she has encountered a tough nut like Nietzsche.

"Ah, it seems even pureblood blood is red..."

Nietzsche disdainfully wiped his cane with Crabbe's wizard's robe, then went straight back to his dormitory. When he came out again, he had already thrown the group's luggage into the common room.

The dormitory door was closed, leaving the three of them in the common room.

Draco was lost in thought when he was suddenly startled awake by the sound of burning firewood. He then realized that he might not be able to spend the night in the dormitory, and that Crabbe and Goyle were the ones rolling on the floor with their heads in their hands.

So he could only laboriously support the two of them, slowly making his way outside...

Snape was sitting in his office, surrounded by all sorts of glass bottles and jars. Just as he reclined his chair, intending to take a nap, he was suddenly awakened by a cloud of white mist.

After the thick, silvery fog dissipated, he dressed again and headed towards the school clinic on the second floor of the castle.

“Professor Snape, your new students are quite something…” As soon as he entered, he saw a woman in a white nurse’s uniform applying ointment to Crabbe and Goyle’s heads. “And this is only their first night at school.”

"What happened?"

"Both were hit by heavy objects, with minor scalp lacerations, Crabbe suffered a fractured forearm... Gore had a broken nose and three broken ribs... and I haven't even included the psychological trauma."

Snape turned his head indifferently and looked at Draco Malfoy in the chair opposite the hospital bed.

As the head of Slytherin, he was naturally aware of some of the unsavory rules of his house. When new students entered the house, some would be chosen as scapegoats to make an example of them.

Simply put, it's a way for senior students to give freshmen a hard time, while also continuing the college's tradition.

Because this year's victims may be next year's perpetrators.

“You should consider yourselves lucky that they didn’t use any spells.” Snape glanced around the infirmary, a cold smile playing on his lips. “Because Hogwarts, when it’s newly opened, usually doesn’t have time to prepare too many medical potions.”

"Professor, it's Nietzsche Holmes..."

"I understand. It's very late now. I'll look for him tomorrow morning."

“He beat Goyle and Crabbe like this! If I hadn’t run fast, I would have ended up like them!” Draco grasped at this straw, exaggerating the situation in his desperation. “Fire him! He must be fired!”

Unfortunately, Snape showed no sympathy or anger whatsoever.

Draco cautiously raised his head to look at his father's friend, Severus Snape. His face showed only indifference, a detachment that seemed to care nothing for anything, not even the deaths of people.

"I'll handle it myself, De La Coe."

At the same time, I began to re-evaluate Nietzsche Holmes in my mind.

"They were badly injured. Although some Slytherins have come to me before, most of them only cast minor curses..."

“Mrs. Pomfrey, it’s clear they’ve messed with some peculiar people,” Snape said impatiently. “The fact that they managed to send someone over shows they have a sense of proportion.”

Snape rarely showed any obvious emotional changes, but every year around this time, he would reveal a hint of disgust.

Even Draco could see the Dean's furrowed brow and displeasure, but he didn't know if the Dean was dissatisfied with Nietzsche or with them... perhaps it was because of Nietzsche.

"Alright, Draco, you'll be spending the night here. Madam Pomfrey, don't call me for anything like this again."

Interestingly, instead of groveling to the environment, they rebelled on their own.

How long could he last? Snape was somewhat curious about that... what if he had... No, I can't think about such trivial things, Snape, you need to calm down...

But they are so similar—Gryffindor girls and Slytherin Muggle wizards.

Chapter Seventeen: Sherlock Holmes in the Magical World

The sun rises as usual.

Slytherin’s bedroom was like a bubble extending from the dungeon wall, and what woke Nietzsche was neither the emerald light shining through the Black Lake in the early morning, nor the expected knocking on the door.

When he opened his eyes and saw Snape's grumpy face on the ceiling, he felt as if he had been forced to drink absinthe.

"The head of Slytherin also has the duties of a part-time priest?" Nietzsche grabbed the blanket and pulled it up a little.

"The first night of school." Snape ignored his hellish joke, flicked his wand, and a carved chair flew to his feet. "So, do you want to be expelled, or are you planning to go to Azkaban?"

"If I remember correctly, Hogwarts' school rules clearly state that expulsion is only permitted in cases of serious offenses."

"Two students missed three days of classes in the new semester because of you, isn't that big enough... By the way, Malfoy's father is a member of the school board here, so there's a bit more to this 'clarity'."

Snape spoke quickly and calmly, just like his father Sherlock when he was thinking.

So Nietzsche slowly put on his wizard's robes and packed his schedule into his backpack, saying, "I regret what happened yesterday... I should have beaten up Malfoy too, since we were going to be expelled anyway."

Even Snape, who was usually expressionless, would twitch his facial muscles when facing Holmes.

Is this how Muggles teach their kids these days?

Wait a minute, according to common sense, shouldn't Nietzsche first struggle for a while, then start to recount the events of last night in front of him, emphasizing that he acted in self-defense, and finally he severely punishes Nietzsche?

A real tough nut to crack.

"Confinement."

Nietzsche thought he had misheard; he had just been thinking about whether Gryffindor and Slytherin might have some concurrent courses.

"However, this is your original sentence. Considering that you have not shown any remorse and even kicked others out of the dormitory, I have decided to extend your confinement period to one week. I will tell you what to do afterward."

Snape glanced quickly at his schedule and coldly issued the headmaster's highest order.

It's just solitary confinement, right?

This is no different from the previous probationary period.

"I thought you were going to let me switch to another college or something because of his father..."

"The Sorting Hat's decision cannot be changed. As for expulsion... if you request it, I can spare half an hour to go to the Principal's office and apply for it on your behalf."

Nietzsche frowned; he felt a chill run down his spine from Snape's emotionless gaze.

It felt as if several spiders were crawling all over his cerebral cortex. He quickly put "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms" and "The History of Magic" into his backpack and immediately went through the bridge-like passage to the common room.

He didn't do it on purpose; it was just that the fear of having to dissect a person to see their internal structure drove him to leave.

Nietzsche left the place amidst some surprised and astonished looks.

There are over 140 staircases in Hogwarts, and this is just the central moving staircase, which changes every five days. This doesn't even include the possibility that the central staircase might suddenly disappear.

Besides the staircase, the paintings hanging on the walls of the movable staircase depict people visiting each other, but unfortunately, they are all magical figures whom Nietzsche did not know.

However, Nietzsche wasn't stupid, so he naturally followed the other older students up to the first floor.

Stepping out of the hall and through the central courtyard, you arrive at an open plain. The herbalism classroom is in a glass greenhouse next to the wall, and a little further ahead, you can see hills and owl huts.

But for Nietzsche, who had just woken up, filling his stomach was the most important thing right now.

“Over here!” Hermione said, sitting in a less crowded corner.

In fact, she arrived early and even declined her roommates Lavender and Parvati's invitation to breakfast.

“We’ve known each other for a long time, we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend~” Lavender secretly glanced at Nietzsche who was sitting down next to her, and mimicked Hermione’s words in a sarcastic tone, “But the reason for rejecting us is obviously that Slytherin.”

Parvati, who was standing to the side, nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, her sister Padma, who was sorted into Ravenclaw, smiled and whispered with her head down, "Haven't Gryffindor and Slytherin always had a bad relationship?"

"That's perfect! Wow, a forbidden love... Ladies and gentlemen, don't you want to witness the birth of history?"

Lavender slapped the table excitedly.

The two parties involved, completely unaware of the situation, had already started eating their porridge.

As soon as Nietzsche sat down, he saw Hermione's timetable. She was holding bread in her left hand and writing on the timetable with a quill pen in her right. When she saw him coming, she tapped the table with her greasy fingers.

"Timetable, hurry up!"

“The academies are all different, how can they be the same?” Nietzsche handed it to the table.

Mercury, who had been bouncing around happily, stopped on the table and quieted down when Nietzsche sat down. He then buried his head in the nuts Hermione had placed on the table.

“Let me look…” Hermione switched to red ink and scanned the two timetables back and forth. Finally, her brows relaxed a little. “History of Magic class on Monday afternoon, flying class on Tuesday and Wednesday, and Potions class on Friday.”

But after returning the timetable with the red circle to Nietzsche, she added, "I just wanted to remind you not to be late."

Nietzsche hesitated for a moment, but after thinking about it, he exposed Hermione's lie...

She was so bad at lying that she couldn't even come up with a reason.

"If that's the case, why don't you circle all the courses?"