Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"You must go to school to study."

"You don't understand how many people want to enter Hogwarts and experience magic, but as Muggles, they have to give up!"

Snape talked himself hoarse, but he couldn't sway Nietzsche.

If it weren't for the law and Hogwarts' school rules, he would have even considered kidnapping the other person.

Nietzsche's reply to him was only one sentence.

"That's well said, but... I refuse!"

“You can use your advantages to expand infinitely, and you can easily do things that Muggles cannot!” Snape couldn’t understand, and just said expressionlessly, “The world can be made into whatever you want it to be.”

He waved his wand gently, and the candlestick turned into a snake.

With a heavy sway, the long-withered flowers beside it began to bloom again.

“But at least a Muggle who can’t do anything can keep his hair clean,” Sherlock said abruptly.

He looked at the other person with a mocking and arrogant gaze.

Snape clenched his fists even tighter in his sleeves, trying to calm himself down, but Sherlock noticed his trembling sleeves.

"So..." His purpose in coming here was solely to see Nietzsche.

"It is precisely because ordinary people cannot do all this that I am even more determined to make them do it... Even primitive people could not have imagined that modern humans can hear voices from the other side of the earth."

Snape remained silent.

To be honest, this was the most shocking answer he had ever heard.

It wasn't the content that mattered, but Nietzsche's age. Looking into that resolute gaze, he understood that all the words he had prepared were futile and powerless. If only he had been there back then...

Snape stood up and inadvertently glanced at a blueprint under his bottom.

The document contained a strange pattern and some toxic substances that needed to be extracted from living organisms. He couldn't help but pick it up and quickly scanned a few lines.

"How do you know how potions are made?"

"What?" Watson thought he had misheard.

“Potions!” Snape muttered to himself. “Damn it… the Ministry of Magic’s memory erasure team doesn’t do any work. Muggles have no way of knowing these things about wizards!”

Sherlock and Nietzsche exchanged a knowing glance.

It's happening! The Holmes family's unique telepathic abilities!

"A murder case, several people died, and there were absolutely no leads. Actually, I couldn't send you letters because I didn't have an owl... Also, your clothes are really..."

Nietzsche is simply too lazy to even comment on.

"The owl came with the letter, how could it not be there?"

The problem lies with the mailman.

Also aroused by suspicion, Snape began to take the documents they handed him. Perhaps it wasn't enough, so he even went to the dining table, pried open the dead man's mouth, and put his wand inside.

Mary returned the pistol to her fiancé and whispered, "Why are all the people who come here a little strange?"

“That’s one of the reasons I want to marry you and move out as soon as possible,” Watson leaned closer and whispered, “At least it’ll keep Sherlock quiet for a bit.”

Meanwhile, Sherlock stood opposite Snape, and Nietzsche stood beside the professor.

“There are traces of dark magic that Muggles cannot detect.”

"So this has something to do with you... wizards?" Sherlock said with difficulty, and added rather stingily, "Never mind, I already have one hidden around me."

Nietzsche dared not refute.

Silence is the best course of action; as long as he doesn't speak, he won't say anything wrong.

"Very likely, but what is hydrogen cyanide?"

"The toxin was extracted from the apple core, but Watson examined it and found no signs of poisoning."

Snape lifted the dead man's eyelids, paused, and simply said, "Interesting."

"What? So what Muggles can do, wizards can't?" Sherlock said sarcastically. "Nietzsche, next time you can't say 'God is dead,' you have to say 'wizards are dead.'"

With Snape's help, the inspection process proceeded quickly, and some unusual terms were noted.

For example, "undetectable poison," "Death Curse," and "Unforgivable Curse."

Finally, Snape sensed that the situation was somewhat dangerous. He noticed that the deceased were all figures from Muggle religious sects, which made him feel uneasy, so he prepared to leave quickly.

"I must tell Headmaster Dumbledore about this."

Sherlock always sensed something in his mind, but all that blocked his way was an indistinct fog. Before him lay another world... or rather, the true face of the world.

Nietzsche also showed some interest.

"Dad, I think I need to go to that magic school."

“Nietzsche?” Watson said seriously, a departure from his usual humor. “You can’t go there because of a murder case. I’d rather you learn some…magic…at least that would save us some housework.”

Snape was equally meticulous, and he immediately sensed an opportunity.

“This matter involves dark wizards. According to the laws of the wizarding world, Muggles cannot be informed, and even if they do, their memories must be erased... unless you are relatives of a wizard.”

Nietzsche, however, was thinking of the owl that never came.

He understood that the adoptive parents had been drawn into a vortex, and this murder case was different from the ones of the past.

The potions professor's demonstration alone was enough to pique their curiosity; he had to pave a way for Holmes and Watson.

"With great power comes great responsibility...that's what you told me."

Nietzsche took a pen from his breast pocket, grabbed a scrap of paper, wrote a simple reply on the spot, and handed it to Snape.

"That's my and Holmes' responsibility, not yours."

"But I will eventually become like you, and surpass you."

Watson understood his son; in some ways, Nietzsche was just as stubborn as Shylock, and at the same time, he had the same yearning for adventure.

Some birds are just born to be free from cages.

“Well then, a week from now, I’ll take you to Diagon Alley to buy some things…if your Muggle parents are willing.”

Finally, Snape, carrying the reply, disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if he had been sucked into a pipe, twisting into a point at an extremely fast speed.

“Alright, I think we should talk about how you helped Irene Adler leave Bohemia back then.”

"Oh dear! I just remembered, I was supposed to go frog catching with Hermione today. See you at the Royal Dining Room tonight, everyone!"

"Wait a minute." Watson tapped his cane on the floor, stopping the two who were joking around. "Nietzsche, you can't get involved...Sherlock! Say something!"

Okay, John Watson got into it.

Holmes had no choice but to shake his arm, the bones making a "crack" sound.

Nietzsche looked at his father, eager to try, and said, "Shall you do it, or shall I?"

"The young go first."

Nietzsche cleared his throat, drawing everyone's thoughts back to the moment Snape had just entered the room.

“Snape, a man who extremely represses his own desires, from the moment he walked in, his target was me, which means... he is not like what a tracker should be.”

No matter how shrewd a person is, when arriving at a new place, they always begin by observing the people or place.

"The desire to put things into practice is very high. The fact that there is no dirt or dust on the bottom of the black robe indicates that it did not come all the way here."

“Yes, I saw it.” Watson nodded. “He just disappeared in a flash, but that doesn’t mean he’s a normal person. He might be connected to the murder case!”

Nietzsche gave Watson an approving look.

Although his father's reasoning ability was much worse than the other's, his intuition was very sharp.

"The problem lies in the content of the letter. He seemed surprised when he learned that there were no owls, which means that he may not have known about it and was just a professor informing his students."

Most importantly, when a gun is pointed at them, their will to resist is not strong.

He didn't project confidence, as if saying, "I know you won't kill me," but rather a bewildered observation.

"Furthermore—we've been exposed, and we know nothing about the enemy lurking in the shadows. I must provide you with intelligence!"

"I...I can't accept it."

Watson paused for a moment, then shook his head repeatedly.

"Dad, I'm just going there to study, write a letter, and collect information for you. I'm not going to my death."

“Did you hear what that man said? Dark wizard!” Watson’s eyes widened, as if he could see his adopted son jumping into a fire pit. “And you’re going to a place full of wizards.”

Mary took his arm, which calmed Watson's turbulent heart.

“Alright, perhaps we can get Nietzsche to protect himself.” Then, glaring at Nietzsche, she said angrily, “Also, you have to explain everything about magic and the Force tonight!”

Nietzsche had no choice but to agree.

He had a feeling that this case was definitely Sherlock's father's most brilliant one.

It is also the key to opening the door to a new world.

Why did you refuse Chapter 5 too?

On the same day that Snape visited the Holmes family, Hermione experienced the same thing.

The doorbell was rung by a tabby cat, which then transformed into an old woman in a dark green robe in front of her and her parents. The woman claimed to be a professor at a magic school and said she had come to inform a Muggle-born wizard.

Muggle...a term used by wizards to refer to ordinary people.

To be honest, she didn't really like it.

When Professor McGonagall saw her mother's distrust and her father's furrowed brow, she even transformed a single sofa in the house into a lion...

Hermione was somewhat resistant, admitting a fact she herself was reluctant to admit: she had just stepped out of the book and was now being moved to an unfamiliar place.