Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

That's right, he was transferred to another school because he was beaten too badly.

"You have no idea, after Dudley was beaten up by you, he rarely bullied anyone anymore, you damn Vernon! If I hadn't been locked in the room, you would never have been expelled back then!"

Nietzsche nodded smugly at Hermione, giving her a slight nod.

Did you hear that? Everyone's saying he played well.

"Do you know?"

Hagrid, standing to the side, scratched the back of his head with a憨厚 (honest and simple) expression, looking even more surprised than Harry.

"He's the guy I told you about, the only Superman in school who ever beat up Dudley Dursley, all because of Nietzsche. Dudley spent his summers learning boxing, thinking about getting revenge."

After taking a closer look at Harry's figure, Hermione was speechless.

Clearly, Nietzsche's popularity has been proven, and she couldn't help but wonder if those people would be as excited as Harry one day when they look back and find that the school bullies can no longer get away with it.

Harry was lucky enough to escape Vernon's family, but he never expected to run into that person again.

“This…this doesn’t make sense.” Hermes found it strange. “Generally speaking, after Nietzsche leaves, wouldn’t those thugs retaliate against ordinary people even more severely?”

Such people seek happiness through the suffering of others.

Harry just shook his head blankly, not understanding any of it: "I don't know, but Dudley seemed really scared later... Oh right, I remember now, he had that same look in his eyes when he saw Hagrid using magic!"

Very well, the answer was clearly laid out before Hermione.

"You actually used a wizard's magic to..."

"No, I only used a little bit of psychological intimidation."

Hermione glanced at Hagrid, who was listening in, and immediately shut her mouth. After quickly buying a few comfortable wizard robes and school robes, she hurriedly left.

Harry was awkwardly pulled around by Madam Malkin, and finally waved to the departing couple.

He suddenly realized that these two were completely different from those wizards who went crazy when they saw him, and he felt a greater sense of identification with them. What he needed was not celebrity treatment, but friends.

"Then...see you at school?"

"See you at school."

.........

After returning to Baker Street from the Leaky Cauldron, Nietzsche once again settled into a routine of going back and forth between home and work before September 1st.

He went back and forth between 221 Baker Street and Granger's house.

In just two months, he had almost finished reading the book "Basic Knowledge of Black Magic" that he had bought, and then he also picked out some simple spells from "The Book of Spells" written by Miranda Goshak to experiment with.

"Magic can dissipate electrical signals like a magnetic field..." Meanwhile, Sherlock was talking to someone on the other side.

He spoke impatiently and quickly, recounting all the clues.

The obese man sitting next to Nietzsche's father, who looked as if he might die from sweets at any moment, was none other than Sherlock Holmes's older brother and Nietzsche's uncle—Mycroft Holmes.

He praised Mrs. Hudson's crème brûlée, seemingly ignoring what Sherlock was saying.

“Sherlock, in fact, the British government knows of their existence.” Mycroft shifted his position, trying to sit more comfortably, “but is very curious about the magic used by this group of wizards…”

"You knew this all along?"

"I've always said that our reasoning operates on different levels, but fortunately, we now have Nietzsche..."

But Sherlock flatly refused his brother's request, even before he could bring it up.

"Don't even think about it!" Sherlock said, puffing on his cigarette butt and staring at the gun holes in the wall. "He has his own path. He's only at the school to cooperate with our investigation."

Yes, you're right.

However, although Nietzsche was resting with his eyes closed, it did not mean that he was asleep.

In fact, he could feel the Force as he did the first time... no, I mean magic. Nietzsche really wasn't interested in that word; it sounded so cliché.

"Reparo"

Nietzsche gestured with his wand over the deliberately broken cup and whispered the incantation.

He could sense that there was an 'energy' that seemed to be causing the broken glass to fuse together. This energy existed in all things, and Nietzsche was simply using the energy within his body to bring it together.

This amazing phenomenon also attracted the attention of the two Holmeses who were talking on the sofa.

Sherlock was the first to ask, "Is it healing or fusion?"

"It's not healing; I can't create things out of thin air... It's more like atoms are being re-fused and rearranged."

Mycroft pondered for only two seconds before realizing the problem: "What if you lose a piece?"

"Then the glass will have a chip... but I can fill it with the same material, just like building a house with bricks."

The three Sherlock Holmeses were all speechless.

what does this mean?

This signifies the third revolution in productivity! The world order will begin to shift once again!

Imagine if England had the help of wizards; the entire society would undergo tremendous changes, and resources would be truly reused.

"Someone is trying to sabotage the relationship between wizards and the British government!"

After witnessing this strange phenomenon firsthand, Mycroft instantly realized that his consciousness transcended the murder case and saw the entire scheme from a macro perspective.

The reason why Sherlock Holmes was able to become Scotland Yard's secret weapon was because Mycroft was a master of macroscopic observation, and Sherlock was a master of microscopic manipulation who found clues from the microscopic level.

Although Nietzsche often witnessed the two of them arguing...

"I must tell the Prime Minister about this. Oh, and Nietzsche, after you go to school, keep in touch with MI6 by letter."

After saying that, he put a black bowler hat on his head and hurriedly left.

However, he was the only one who was working hard to bring Ying along. Sherlock began to work with the wizarding community to rearrange all the cases, while Nietzsche began to explore the application of this magic.

After using several dark magic defense spells, he discovered that the unicorn fur was somewhat...unpleasant?

It's like a clogged faucet; the output of magic is unstable, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, but when he uses other standard spells, this doesn't happen at all.

Nietzsche was forced to begin exploring the secrets of commonly used spells.

His keen intuition told him: magic spells are not something that can be accomplished by simply waving a wand and reciting a spell.

Chapter Ten: I am the King of Fire!

Self-study ultimately has its limits.

So Nietzsche went to Granger's house, so he wouldn't be considered self-taught.

"Chapter 15 of 'Defense Against the Dark Arts' contains a definition of Dark Magic. This book is the most tedious one I've ever read. I really don't know how you managed to read it."

Hermione sat in the living room, sipping red tea and watching the leaves in the yard gradually turn yellow, with a copy of "Hogwarts: A History" on her lap.

"So you're a pragmatist now?" Nietzsche savored the aroma of the black tea and the sweetness of the honey spreading across his tongue, as languid as a cat. "Although 'Defense Against the Dark Arts' is all theory, it's all foundational."

However, Wilbert Slinka's theoretical book was surprisingly unpopular among wizarding communities.

However, as can be seen from Chapter Two, 'The Theory and Origin of Defensive Techniques,' this book is too metaphysical, like a lighthouse floating in the air, which explains its unpopularity.

However, Nietzsche thought it was a good way to enrich the magical foundation of Muggle wizards.

"Anti-curses are just to make curses more acceptable...so any spells with offensive properties are considered dark magic." He turned to the chapter Hermione had mentioned and began reading the utterly uninteresting words.

In Chapter Fifteen, the author even explicitly states that wizards should not use offensive defensive magic.

"But some defensive spells are also considered curses, spells, or poisons. What about your wand then?"

Unicorn hair, while stable, prevents the use of powerful spells with dark magic properties. This obvious drawback limits the wand's power.

Nietzsche wasn't as worried as Hermione.

"This just means I can't use it too smoothly. Don't forget white magic and standard spells."

“It’s alright, my wand can control these defensive spells,” Hermione said haughtily. “At worst, if you get bullied in the future, just come to me… after all, I’m a year older than you.”

Nietzsche's eye twitched.

Damn it, when will school start? He couldn't stand Hermione's triumphant peacock-like demeanor anymore.

Her competitive spirit was even stronger than Nietzsche had imagined.

He climbed off the sofa to Hermione's side, grabbed a handful of cookies, and stuffed them into her mouth.

"I can't even stop your mouth from eating."

Just then, Mrs. Granger came into the living room, intending to call the two for dinner. She was somewhat surprised to see Hermione and Nietzsche wrestling on the sofa, each holding the other's wrist.

“Although I didn’t mean to disturb you two… but…” she said, looking at her daughter, “at least you shouldn’t be seen by your parents, right?”

Hermione: "Mom! It's all Nietzsche's fault!"

Nietzsche: "It's all Hermione's fault!"

The two stared at each other for a moment, then looked away.

The days flew by as the two chatted, and on the morning of September 1st, Nietzsche and Hermione arrived at King's Cross Station, the station in the envelope, and were searching for Platform 9.

Hermione, like a headless fly, dragged her luggage from one end to the other, but couldn't find the 9 sign.

"Do you think a reclusive wizard would hang a sign on a road frequented by ordinary people?" Nietzsche looked around. "Four pillars at each platform..."

Hermione suddenly snapped out of her daze and asked, "So it's the first pillar on Platform Nine?"

"It should be right."

But a new problem arises: how do they get in?

Nietzsche, carrying a birdcage, stared helplessly at the four supporting pillars of Platform Nine alongside Hermione. After a while, Hermione even began to doubt Nietzsche's reasoning.

Fortunately, reinforcements arrived.

"This place is full of Muggles..."

A short, plump woman was talking to four red-haired boys, each of whom had an owl, and a red-haired girl was following behind them.

The word "Muggle" immediately perked them up.