Chapter 186

Vernon held the shotgun nervously, and his fat body blocked Petunia.

They searched the entire playground, and finally heard the sound of children playing in the shadow behind a large lilac tree.

A group of boys gathered in a circle, beating the sturdy Dudley and another ten-year-old boy, which made Vernon Dursley's face flushed instantly, which made Nietzsche happy.

"Hit him like a pig! Dug!"

"Nice punch... Go back!" They shouted while pushing the boy who was staggered by Dudley back.

And Dudley obviously didn't notice that his parents were standing behind his friend, holding up his fists covered with saliva and nosebleed, urging him to continue to stand up.

"Come on, Mark Evans, don't you like to scold me?"

"Bah! You are a pig walking on two legs, who only bullies people weaker than you... But I heard that you have been beaten before... Ah!" Before Mark finished scolding, the angry Dudley stepped forward and punched him again.

Hermione crawled out of the bushes, turned her head, and examined Nietzsche. It has been so long, and the influence left by someone is still there.

She ignored Sherlock and Lestrade beside her, grabbed Nietzsche's collar, bit his ear and said: "Fortunately I watched you at the beginning, otherwise you would use your ability to commit crimes again."

Marvolo's nose was a little itchy, and he always felt that Hermione was implying him.

Marvolo was unhappy. As the soul of Voldemort, he naturally would not hold back, but he couldn't afford to provoke Nietzsche and Hermione, so he could only point the spearhead at the stunned Vernon.

"Practicing boxing at school~" Marvolo laughed, "You should be glad that the opponent chosen by this fat pig is not a little wizard."

"I...enough!" Vernon carried a shotgun, pushed down the onlookers with the butt, and rushed to Dudley, "Why aren't you at school? Wait, I'll settle accounts with you later!"

"Dad? Am I not practicing boxing?" Dudley was startled, but he still felt that he had done nothing wrong.

Vernon turned his head to look at the indifferent Inspector Lestrade, and then slapped his son in a rage, which directly stunned Dudley, so Nietzsche concluded that Dursley was very face-conscious.

To be precise, the other party cared about Lestrade's attitude.

"Good boy~" Nietzsche remembered the name he heard and said sarcastically, "It seems that I was still too gentle at the beginning."

Dudley came over following the reputation and found him, and immediately became weak, where was the energy to fight fiercely.

"It's--it's you!"

"I'm asking you, where are the Potters?" Vernon gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his anger at someone.

But Dudley shook his head. How could he know?

Nietzsche handed Mark Evans a handkerchief very gentlemanly. The other party seemed to be relieved. He just folded the handkerchief randomly and stuffed it into his nostrils that were bleeding.

"That 'juvenile offender', he's on the swing near Wisteria Road in the amusement park. I saw him when they kidnapped him here." Mark said softly.

"What the hell is a juvenile offender?" Nietzsche said.

"Don't you know? Everyone on Magnolia Street knows that the Dursleys have a juvenile offender. They say that he is usually locked up in a juvenile detention school. I don't believe it because Dudley deserves it more than that person."

The moment the lie was exposed, the Dursleys felt ashamed.

Vernon Dursley grabbed his son's collar without saying a word and drove the gang of hooligans away. The cute son and obedient boy he talked about were actually the ones who should be beaten.

When the group walked towards Wisteria Road and just saw Harry's lonely figure, a group of people suddenly rushed out of the circus.

"There are wolves! There are wolves eating people!"

The joy was gone, replaced by people's pale faces.

Under the impact of the crowd, Petunia hugged her son tightly, Vernon waited beside Dudley, while Inspector Lestrade and Sherlock held the gun handles, opened the safety, went upstream, and moved towards Harry in the distance.

"You brought the wand to protect me, right?" Nietzsche stepped on the finely trimmed grass, put his hands in his pockets, and said easily.

"Of course." Hermione shook the wand.

It must be said that with the support of the Minister, they can finally enjoy some of the privileges they deserve.

Chapter 290 Full Moon Potion

The screams and wolf howls filled the circus hall. The laughter and joy before turned into fear in an instant. The scarlet blood became very gorgeous under the colorful lights, and the strange colors always shocked everyone's nerves.

Vernon swallowed his saliva. You know, experiencing it in person is completely different from watching it on TV.

Good news: They found Harry Potter, who was staring at this side in amazement.

Good news: A werewolf tore open the curtain and crawled out from inside.

The werewolf's face was still painted with white paint, and a wig stained with blood was on its head. It sniffed, and its powerful hind legs suddenly exerted force, rushing towards Harry sitting on the swing.

"Bang!"

Vernon rushed over without time to think, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The double-barreled shotgun exuded a strong smell of gunpowder. A double shot, the 20C buck bullet tore the werewolf's chest, and a bowl-sized hole appeared on his forehead.

Harry covered his ears, bent over, and looked at Vernon in front of him in shock.

"What are you looking at me for?" Vernon yelled at him, "This is all your fault, get out of here and go home... Now! Now! Now! Petunia, take him and Dudley away." this!"

Lestrade revealed his identity to protect the Muggles, while Sherlock, Marvolo, Nietzsche and Hermione rushed to the source of the trouble.

Under the spotlight of the circus performance venue, there were three werewolves biting the bodies of Muggles. There was an empty iron cage beside them, and the animals inside had long since disappeared.

After hearing the sound, the other two temporarily put down the human tissue they were biting in their mouths.

This was not a difficult task for Hermione. She raised her wand, took the two running werewolves off the ground, and whispered the spell in a low voice: "Petrify them all."

Then, without the need for a crushing spell, she directly smashed the petrified werewolf to the ground, turning it into a pile of solidified...meat.

Because the petrification spell does not actually petrify people like the basilisk, it just has a similar effect, so the smashed werewolf looks even more terrifying---the internal body structure is exposed, but no trace of blood is spilled. .

Sherlock Holmes looked around subconsciously, then remembered that Watson was married, so he quickly raised his gun and emptied the magazine in one go.

Two rounds hit his head, and the werewolf's body slid to his feet due to inertia.

Nietzsche knelt down to check. Judging from the werewolf's costumes and clothes, he pulled off the work tag and looked at it before confirming that they were the staff here... But judging from the wolf's face, it was no longer the same as before. .

"This is not normal. I memorized the time of the full moon because of Professor Lupin. Yesterday was not the time of the full moon at all, and it is not night now." Hermione said with a frown.

"Identity may be concealed," Sherlock said.

If the werewolf disguised himself as a staff member from the beginning and launched an attack, it would not be impossible, but the problem was that other staff members would be able to tell the difference, which would involve human body deformation.

Polyjuice Potion...Nietzsche thought of this in an instant.

He got up and went to the employee lounge. He found the metal wardrobe where they belonged based on the nameplate on the werewolf. He rummaged through it and found several water bottles. However, the smell was not pungent and they were all the same.

People's personalities are different, and even the slightest difference can lead to the color and taste of Polyjuice Potion.

"It's not Polyjuice Potion, it's the staff themselves." Nietzsche said in a low voice.

"Is there any other magic that can stimulate the werewolf's transformation?" Sherlock said.

"As far as I know, there is no..." Marvolo pondered for a moment, but was also numbed by the sudden situation, "What about potions?"

So the question turned around and came to Hermione again.

But she could only say with a wry smile: "The wolfsbane potion that suppresses werewolves is Damocles Belby, and since the invention of the First Wizarding War, there are only a handful of people who can make it, let alone the potion that catalyzes werewolves. Potion."

Hermione memorized all the knowledge about Wolfsbane potion! Along with the history of invention!

Great, that's very Hermione Granger.

Nietzsche froze on the spot, staring at the water bottle in a daze. He thought to himself: Many things were invented because of certain needs. During the First Wizarding War, Voldemort's werewolf army had already appeared.

Wolfsbane potion itself was invented as a necessity for war, so is it possible...

There was the sound of running in the corridor leading to the employee lounge. It was the detective who had evacuated the crowd and rushed back. Nietzsche hurriedly put away the water bottle.

"The potion that activates wolfsbane." He said to Hermione, "Bring a letter to Snape. Voldemort himself is very good at potions. We need these to test the liquids that werewolves come into contact with on a daily basis."

"But what about the wolfsbane?" Hermione asked.

Even if the wolfsbane is to be activated, there are prerequisites.

"That iron cage." Seeing Inspector Lestrade come in, Nietzsche continued, "There may have been a werewolf in it. This method of purchasing new animals for display is very common in circuses. The workers must have been Got scratched."

The second half of the sentence was a clue deliberately revealed in order to draw the detective's attention away.

This was Shylock's usual method, and now it was Nietzsche's turn to use it. Because of the identity of the detective, he simply threw a smoke bomb to confuse the Prime Minister and the group of people behind him.

It is indeed related to the exhibits in the iron cage, but Nietzsche did not intend to be the first person, and the focus was not on the werewolf. He decided to let Voldemort and the Prime Minister collide first.

What's the Avada Kedavra? Let the great Voldemort try the blaster attack with a radius of 20 meters first!

As for the potion to untie the werewolf... let Nietzsche and the others do this kind of good-guy thing. Perhaps out of intuition, he always felt that it would be okay to have more trump cards.

If he wants to be a hero, he must also become a hero to the Muggles.

Chapter 291 Penny: I know this person too!

This is the style of the Holmes family. Whenever they discover some secret, they always hide it secretly, but Nietzsche chose to leave the secret in an empty house near the Dursleys.

The landlord, Mrs. Figg, lived in Wisteria Road and had many cats in her residence. Perhaps because Nietzsche also had a cat, she gave it away at a very low price of 1,000 pounds.

Nietzsche thought about leaving Sherlock to solve the case together, but his father rejected the proposal and insisted on returning to Baker Street.

"You have grown up, boy." Sherlock looked deeply at the girl next to his son, sighed and said, "Watson and I are not wizards after all, and we cannot solve the case with wizard's thinking... This is your way."

"This is not what you can say." Nietzsche frowned, he didn't know what his father was playing again.

However, he waited for a long time, but he didn't see Sherlock's face blooming with a smile again. This time his father might be telling the truth, but this made him even more puzzled, he had never heard such a tone of surrender from the other party.

Sherlock put on his hat, picked up the bottle, and shook the transparent, colorless and tasteless water inside.

"I thought about dying with Moriarty, because I knew that ordinary means could not do anything to him, Nietzsche, magic is your field... Since the peace summit, I realized that I could no longer stop this crazy world."

When facing the transcendent magic, he was helpless and could only be solved by a little girl.

But Nietzsche said stubbornly: "So? You just give up? You and Watson have gambled countless times, so what's the harm in one more time."

"Yes, I am gambling, so I won't interfere with your plan, just think of it as my willfulness." Sherlock straightened up with a sense of relief and said with a smile, "Besides, it was me who asked Lestrade to find you for the commission."

Marvolo jumped up excitedly and shouted, "So you quit? Great, then I won't go back to Baker Street."

"No, you have to come back. I'm very interested in the psychology of you wizards... You'd better come back before the sun sets every day, otherwise I will let Mrs. Hudson 'educate' you, a late student."

"Oh~~ This is not fair!"

Marvolo Sisyphus, who was originally happy about this, hung his head like a drowned chicken, staring at Sherlock's back with resentful eyes.

This is an empty house with few furniture, and the floor and stair railings are covered with dust.

The room, like Nietzsche's heart, became light and empty with his father's footsteps. He was like an astronaut flying into space, floating aimlessly in a weightless environment, and he didn't know when he would stop.

"Don't pay attention to him, he's just stimulated by Watson's marriage." Nietzsche waved his hands pretending to be calm, his eyes full of longing, and begged Hermione, "What about you?"

"I don't think my parents will allow me to stay here overnight..." Hermione said as she walked to the door.

That's right, what is he hoping for? When he and Hermione stayed at St. Mungo's Hospital for a night, Mr. Granger almost threw him out. After thinking carefully, he gave up this unrealistic hope.

Nietzsche raised his head. The French windows in the living room were also covered by thick curtains. He looked at the gray ceiling and couldn't say a word. Suddenly, he could understand his father's mood at Watson's wedding.

Marvolo stood beside him awkwardly, and could only sigh with him: "Life is like this..."

But at this moment, the door was suddenly opened, and the familiar brown curly hair stretched out from the crack of the door. Hermione blinked mischievously, like a fox that caught its prey.

She said cunningly: "I fooled you! In fact, I can sneak out at night... Let's solve this matter quickly, maybe you can come back to my house and stay for a few days."

This time, Hermione really left after she finished speaking.

But... Damn it! He doesn't understand Sherlock's mood!

"Yes, life is like this, full of beauty~" Nietzsche felt relieved, and happily drooped Marvolo's shoulders and said happily.

In the next few days, Nietzsche filled this room with various potion equipment. In order to satisfy Dean Snape, he also found a large round table and filled the wooden shelves beside the wall with empty potion bottles.

As for the bottle of water that had been in contact with the werewolf, Nietzsche used magic to preserve it.

The days were not too boring. After dealing with these trivial matters, on Saturday afternoon, the eccentric landlord Mrs. Figg insisted on taking him and Marvolo to the Dursleys' house to visit, saying that she was introducing new neighbors.

Wisteria Road and Privet Drive are very close to each other and belong to the same community. They crossed a road and arrived at the door of the Dursleys' house.

"Ding Dong~" Mrs. Figg rang the doorbell with a net bag and plaid cotton slippers.

"Who?"

Vernon Dursley did not open the door immediately. Nietzsche stopped at the door when he heard the footsteps, perhaps confirming through the cat's eye, and then heard a clang. He guessed that the other party should be hiding a gun in a hurry.

It seems that the previous werewolf attack has made Vernon's vigilance reach the peak.