Chapter 4: The Real World

"You have to go to school and learn."

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

Snape tried his best to persuade Nietzsche, but he could not sway him.

If it weren't for the law and the school rules of Hogwarts, he would even consider kidnapping the other party.

Nietzsche had only one reply.

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

"You can use your own advantages to expand infinitely, and you can easily do things that Muggles can't!" Snape couldn't understand, and just said expressionlessly, "This world can become what you want."

With a flick of his wand, the candlestick transformed into a snake.

With a heavy shake, the withered flowers next to it began to bloom again.

"But Muggles who can't do anything can at least keep their hair clean," Sherlock said coldly.

He looked at the other party arrogantly with a joking look.

So Snape's fists in his sleeves clenched tighter. He tried hard to calm down, but Sherlock saw the trembling sleeves.

"So..." The only reason he came this time was Nietzsche.

"Just because ordinary people can't do all this, I want them to do it even more, I want to learn science and make ordinary people able to mimic your magic by machines... primitive people couldn't imagine that today's humans can hear voices on the other side of the earth."

Snape was silent.

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

Not because of the content, but because of Nietzsche's age. Looking at that firm look, he understood that all the words he prepared were futile and powerless. If he had also...

Snape stood up and accidentally caught a glimpse of a drawing under his butt.

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

"How do you know how potions are made?"

"What?" Watson thought he heard wrongly.

"Potion!" Snape said to himself, "Damn it...the memory cancellation team of the Ministry of Magic is not working. It is impossible for Muggles to know these things about wizards!!"

Sherlock and Nietzsche looked at each other in understanding.

The telepathy unique to the Holmes family!

"Many people died in the murder case, but there are no clues. It was like someone or something killed them which we can't understand..."

Nietzsche is too lazy to play words.

"Well, I guess that was really the work of magic.."

Snape, who was also aroused with doubts, began to take the information they handed over. Perhaps it was not enough, and even walked to the dining table, opened the mouth of the deceased, and inserted the wand.

Mary returned the pistol to her fiancé and whispered, "Why is there only weird stuff happening whenever I'm with you guys?"

"This is one of the reasons why I want to marry you and move away as soon as possible." Watson leaned over and replied in a very low voice, "At least it can make Sherlock calm down a little bit now."

Over there, Sherlock stood opposite Snape, and Nietzsche stood beside the professor.

"There are traces of dark magic that Muggles can't detect."

"So this matter really has something to do with... wizards like you?" Sherlock struggled to say these words, and said very stingily, "Forget it, after all, there is one hidden next to me."

Nietzsche did not dare to refute.

'Just keep silent.' As long as he doesn't speak, he won't say the wrong thing.

"Most likely, but what is hydrocyanic acid—"

"The toxin extracted from the apple core, but Watson checked it and there was no sign of poisoning."

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

"Why, it turns out that what Muggles can do, wizards can't do?" Sherlock said lightly and sarcastically, "Nietzsche, next time you can't say 'God is dead', say wizards are dead."

The inspection process progressed very quickly with Snape's help, and some special terms were recorded.

Such as "Undetectable Poison", "Imperius Curse" and "Unforgivable Curse"

In the end, Snape felt that this matter was a bit dangerous. He saw that the deceased were all Muggle religious figures and felt a little troublesome, so he prepared to leave quickly.

"I have to tell Headmaster Dumbledore about this."

Sherlock always sensed something in his mind, but what stopped him was only an unclear fog. What was in front of him was another world...or, in other words, the true face of the world.

And Nietzsche also became interested.

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

"Nietzsche?" Watson was a little serious, contrary to his usual humor, "You can't go there because of the murder. I would rather you learn some...magic...at least it can help us save housework."

Snape was also very thoughtful, and he immediately sensed the opportunity.

"This matter is related to dark wizards. According to the laws of the wizarding world, Muggles cannot be informed. Even if they are known, we must clear the Muggle's memories...unless you are family members of wizards."

And Nietzsche was thinking of the owl that never came.

He understood that the adoptive parents had been involved in a whirlpool, and that this murder case was different from those in the past.

Just what the potions professor showed just now is enough to make people curious. He must help Holmes and Watson open a way.

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

Nietzsche took out a pen from his chest pocket, pulled out a piece of waste paper, wrote a simple reply on the spot, and stuffed it into Snape's hand.

"That is the responsibility of Holmes and me, not yours."

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

Watson understood his son. To some extent, Nietzsche was just as stubborn as Sherlock, and he also had his yearning for adventure.

Some birds are born not to be caged.

"Then, in a week, I will take you to Diagon Alley to buy things...if your Muggle parents are willing."

Finally, Snape took this reply letter and "whoosh" in front of everyone's eyes. The whole person seemed to be sucked into a pipe, twisted into a point at a very fast speed and disappeared.

"Okay, I think we should talk about how you helped Irene Adler leave Bohemia."

"Oh! I suddenly remembered that I had an appointment with Hermione to go out and catch frogs today. Everyone, see you at the Royal Restaurant tonight!"

"Wait." Watson knocked on the floor with his cane, stopping the two people who were joking, "Nietzsche, you can't get involved... Sherlock! Say something!"

Okay, John Watson is getting excited.

Holmes had no choice but to shake his arms, and his bones creaked.

Nietzsche looked at his father and said eagerly: "You'll talk or should I try to convince him?"

"The younger ones go first."

Nietzsche cleared his throat and brought everyone's thoughts back to the moment when Snape first entered.

"Snape is a person who extremely suppresses his own desires. From the first moment he entered the door, his target was me. In other words...he is not what a stalker should be."

No matter how smart a person is, when he comes to a new place, he always starts by observing the people or places.

"The desire to practice is very high. There was no mud or dust on the bottom of the black robe, which means that he didn't come all the way by usual transportation."

"Yes, I saw it." Watson nodded, "The 'biu' just disappeared, but that doesn't mean he is a normal person. It is possible that he is related to the murder!"

Nietzsche glanced at Watson approvingly.

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

"The problem lies in the content of the letter. He acted very surprised when he knew there was no owl. In other words, he may not know about it and is just a professor informing students."

The most important thing is that when being pointed at a gun, the sense of resistance is not strong.

He didn't come across as confident, like "I know you won't kill me," but rather a blank observation.

"And--we have been exposed now, and we know nothing about the enemy in the dark. I must provide you with information!"

"I...I can't accept that."

Watson paused and shook his head.

"Dad, I'll just go to a school, write a letter, and collect information for you. I am not going to die."

"Did you hear what that man said? Dark wizard!" Watson bulged his eyes, as if he saw his adopted son jumping into the fire pit, "And you are going to a place full of wizards."

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

"Well, maybe we can let Nietzsche protect ourselves." Then he glared at Nietzsche and said angrily, "Also, you must explain clearly what magic is 'The Force' you used that time!"

Nietzsche could only agree.

He had a hunch that this case was definitely Father Sherlock's most brilliant case.

It is also a stepping stone to open the door to a new world.

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