Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Ron didn't turn around until Gemma Farley's figure had completely disappeared from sight.

He looked at Sherlock and said excitedly,

"Sherlock, you were so cool just now!"

His words resonated strongly with everyone present.

Flint's actions on the Quidditch field were obvious to all; he was just a bit away from knocking Harry off his broom.

Of course, in the magical world, falling from a great height doesn't necessarily mean death.

But from the moment Flint deliberately tried to hit someone, it meant that he had never considered the consequences.

"It's a pity, I thought I'd be able to see Mr. Holmes solve his last case at school this year!"

Cho Chang's friend, Alicia, said as if she wasn't afraid of making things worse.

Hearing her words, Cho Chang couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and Lucy also shook her head secretly.

This friend of theirs was just like that, always saying whatever came to mind, a pure thrill-seeker.

Fortunately, she always had a bottom line and principles at critical moments.

Next, after agreeing with Harry to communicate with each other during the summer vacation, Cho Chang and her two friends left.

Neville had a bad memory and was always worried that he had forgotten something, so after finding Trevor, he wanted to go back and pack his things as soon as possible.

After being delayed for so long, he was now seizing the time to slip away.

He could also see that as long as he stayed by Sherlock and Harry's side, he would definitely be drawn into all sorts of things.

So, only Sherlock and his three little companions were left on the open space.

"Sherlock, are you really not going to get involved in this matter?"

Hermione, who couldn't hold back any longer, immediately asked, "I really want to know who did it."

"That's right!"

Ron clenched his fist and made a few punching motions in the air.

"Beating Flint black and blue and throwing him on the grass to feed the mosquitoes, just thinking about it is so cool! If I could really see this person, I would definitely call him Big Brother!"

Sherlock: "Mm."

Ron: "(OAO)/"

"Sherlock, what are you 'mm'-ing about?"

"Weren't you just calling me Big Brother? I agreed."

"I said if I could find the guy who beat up Flint—"

At this point, Ron suddenly reacted, and he couldn't help but gasp.

Harry and Hermione also looked at Sherlock with disbelief.

Hermione looked surprised: "Sherlock, are you saying—that you did it?"

"It was me.

Everyone was celebrating that night, and in that chaotic situation, it was too easy to do such a thing.

Alcohol paralyzed Flint's brain, reducing his vigilance to the lowest level; a simple Stupefy spell was enough to knock him down.

Then I gave him a little lesson; it seems the effect is not bad now."

Sherlock smiled slightly, "My dear Ron, your memory has finally played its due role."

Harry and Hermione were confused, "Ron, what did Sherlock say?"

"Listen to me, you two weren't in the stands at the time:

Harry, you were still in the game; Hermione, you went to interfere with Quirrell's spell!

When that Flint guy almost knocked Harry down, Sherlock had already said that he would pay the price."

Hearing Ron's explanation, Hermione gently said "Oh," with a look of relief on her face.

So, Sherlock had already decided at that time?

Harry, on the other hand, opened his mouth slightly, his eyes full of shock and emotion.

When Sherlock told Farley that he didn't want to take over the matter just now, he was already moved by this friendship, and at this moment, his pair of green eyes were even more glistening with tears, almost overflowing.

However, at this moment, a sentence from Sherlock stunned him.

"Actually, that Head Girl was already suspecting that I did it before she came to me.

After the conversation just now, she was even more certain of it."

Ron looked shocked: "What? You're saying she knew?"

Hermione and Harry also looked at Sherlock in surprise.

"It's easy to see, such as her pointing out that Flint's hospitalization time is the same as Harry's...—

I won't explain the specifics to you, lest you say I'm insulting your intelligence."

Sherlock's words immediately made Ron give up his original plan to inquire in detail.

"Will she tell anyone about this?

Harry asked anxiously.

He was worried that Flint would retaliate after knowing about this.

Sherlock did this for him, and he would never allow Sherlock to be harmed because of it!

"No," Sherlock shook his head, "The condition for agreeing to accept that Galleon just now was an exchange.

R"

This time, Hermione also understood.

Sherlock's last case at school came to an end in such a dramatic way.

Although he didn't accept the commission, he found out the truth in the first place.

As Farley said, she didn't tell anyone about it.

Although he himself and some Slytherin students expressed strong dissatisfaction with this, the matter eventually came to an end.

Even the head of Slytherin, Professor Snape, dismissed it.

"As a wizard, he doesn't even have the most basic vigilance!

What he should be doing now is practicing magic properly, instead of raging here like a brainless troll!"

Thus, while other students left school, Flint had to lie in the hospital for another two days.

For the first-year students, it was still Rubeus Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, who led them to board the fleet of boats crossing the lake.

As soon as he saw Harry, this sentimental giant hugged him and burst into tears again.

The reason was naturally that he had told Quirrell how to subdue the three-headed dog, Fluffy.

"You almost lost your life! I'm such an idiot!"

"Oh, don't be like that, Hagrid, it has nothing to do with you!"

Because he had already cried in front of Sherlock, Hermione, and Ron once before, venting a lot of emotions, coupled with the comfort of the little wizards, Hagrid stopped crying quickly this time.

Perhaps out of guilt, perhaps he had this idea for a long time, on the eve of parting, he also gave Harry a special gift.

On the surface, it was a beautifully packaged book.

But when Harry opened it, he was surprised to find that it was filled with wizarding photographs.

Although the pasting technique was a bit rough, that wasn't the point.

Because smiling and waving at Harry on each page were none other than his father and mother.

James and Lily.

"These photos come from different places."

Sherlock glanced over the photos and said with certainty where they came from, "And they were bound and organized into a book by the same person."

Hagrid nodded vigorously and said to Harry:

"I sent owls to your parents' old classmates, asking them for photos.

Dumbledore gave me a day off yesterday to sort it out."

"Harry, do you like it?"

Harry didn't say anything. He had been moved too many times these past two days, and even his tears seemed to have become cheap.

However, his answer was obvious, and Hagrid already understood everything.

After waving goodbye to Hagrid, the first-year students, oh, they can't be called first-year students anymore. In any case, all the young wizards boarded the Hogwarts Express again.

After Ron complained about the speed, the others accepted Sherlock's explanation.

Calling it the Hogwarts Express is more appropriate than calling it the Express Train.

Unlike the curiosity, ambition, and excitement they felt when they arrived last year, everyone was talking and laughing, full of vigor on the way back.

From time to time, people would run to the compartment where Sherlock and Harry were, naturally wanting to hear the adventure stories of the Lion King and the Savior.

Harry didn't want to repeat the experience, and neither did Hermione.

Sherlock, needless to say.

So, only Ron was happily and tirelessly recounting the legendary experience of the Lion King and the Savior leading them through seven levels, raging against Quirrell.

In the process of telling the story, he emphasized that the giant chessboard array designed by Professor McGonagall was the most difficult, the most risky, and the most time-constrained of all the levels.

At the critical moment, a red-haired hero stepped forward, making a huge sacrifice for the entire team with a spirit of fearless dedication, which enabled the entire team to reach the final level in time and stop Quirrell.

The young wizards who came to the compartment were all mesmerized and amazed.

The way they looked at Ron made the latter almost fly with joy.

Sherlock, Harry, and Hermione couldn't help but smile at each other.

As long as he's happy.

As time went by, the countryside outside the window became more and more verdant, and the roads became more and more neat.

When the train began to pass through towns, the voice that had once reminded them that Hogwarts had arrived sounded again.

The young wizards took off their wizard robes and put on jackets and short coats.

This time, Hermione didn't leave, but stayed in the compartment with great interest to witness Sherlock's entire dressing process.

Finally, the train stopped at platform nine and three-quarters of King's Cross Station.

Compared to Christmas, it took them longer to get out of the station completely.

It was still the old, dry guard guarding the ticket gate, allowing only two or three people to pass at a time.

This way, they wouldn't have a large group of people coming in and out of the solid wall at the same time, attracting the attention of Muggles.

"You must come to our house to play this summer."

Ron said to the three of them, "You all come—I'll send owls to invite you then."

"Thank you," Harry nodded emphatically, "I really need something to look forward to."

Hermione once again urged Sherlock, "Be sure to write me letters and call me!"

She understood Sherlock. If she didn't emphasize it again and again, he would forget about it in no time.

When they returned to the exit of the Muggle world, people squeezed past them, constantly greeting them. Of course, the main targets were Sherlock and Harry.

Ron couldn't help but say, "Hey, you're even more famous than you were at Christmas!"

"I assure you again, it won't be like that where I'm going."

Harry said, turning to Sherlock, "Sherlock, you should be different, right?"

In his opinion, someone like Sherlock shouldn't be unknown even in the Muggle world.

Sherlock didn't answer, but just stuffed a pile of wizarding world snacks into Harry's hands.

"Sherlock, what is this . . ."

"Dear Harry, I believe you will definitely be able to use them."

Harry took the snacks in a daze, and soon forgot about the question.

Because their families were already waiting for them.

"He's there, Mom, he's there, look!"

A little girl with red hair shouted shrilly, "Look, Mom! I saw Harry Potter!"

"Don't be loud, Ginny, it's rude to point at people."

Mrs. Weasley had come to pick up Ron and his three older brothers with her youngest daughter.

This was a short, plump woman with a bright smile on her face.

It is worth mentioning that her attitude towards Sherlock and Harry was more enthusiastic than towards her own son, Ron.

This was naturally because Sherlock had invited Ron to his house for Christmas and gave him a wand as a Christmas gift.

For this reason, she had prepared a homemade gift early on.

It was a beautifully decorated box tied with colorful ribbons.

Opening the box, Sherlock found a card with words of blessing written on it.

Inside the box were magical candies made by Mrs. Weasley herself, including Fizzing Whizbees, Chocolate Cauldrons, and some of her own innovative flavors and styles.

"Thank you so much!"

Mrs. Holmes, who had come to pick up Sherlock, happened to see this scene. After inquiring, she hugged Mrs. Weasley, "Thank you for giving Sherlock a gift."

"This is what I should do. Sherlock takes good care of Ron at school."

As they chatted, they simply pulled Mrs. Granger in as well.

But when they invited Mrs. Dursley, they were ruthlessly rejected.

Mr. Dursley's hair was much thicker than before. It seemed that the Potter family's hair growth potion worked well for him.

Dudley's physique had also changed a bit, but it was obviously not as obvious as Mr. Dursley's change.

Harry estimated that this was because the effect of the special slimming medicine was not enough to offset his cousin's exaggerated food intake.

Although Ron could also eat a lot, he was not enough compared to his cousin Dudley.

To give an example, in terms of eating, Ron's combat power was only 6,000, while Dudley was at least over 10,000.

"Hurry up and come over after you say goodbye to your friends. We don't have much time to waste here."

Hearing Uncle Vernon's grumbling, Harry smiled.

It seemed a little rude, but in fact, Uncle Vernon's attitude towards him was much better than before.

If it had been in the past, he would never have dared to expect Uncle Vernon to come to the station to pick him up.

It's all because of Sherlock!

Perhaps being able to meet Sherlock was probably the luckiest thing in his life!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Sherlock again.

"Sherlock, it seems you've made a lot of friends."

Mrs. Holmes was overjoyed to see one young wizard after another passing by and greeting her son.

The students in the magical world are so cute!

"Yes, friends . . ."

Hearing his mother's words, Sherlock turned his head and happened to see Harry looking at him and waving vigorously at him.

Sherlock smiled.

Magic . . . is really interesting!