Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

"It's just taking off a coat..."

Ron muttered, watching Hermione leave with a red face, "But it's great as long as she can leave."

Harry and Ron also started changing clothes with Sherlock.

He noticed Ron's sneakers, which, as Sherlock had said, were peeking out from under the robe.

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But he had no time to worry about it now, because he was too nervous.

Ron looked pale, and he wasn't doing much better.

After all, they were only 11-year-old children, suddenly leaving their hometown and coming to a completely strange place, it would be a lie to say they weren't nervous.

As for Sherlock—it's better not to think of him as a child.

The train gradually slowed down and finally stopped.

It was completely dark, and as soon as the doors opened, the howling cold wind made the young wizards shiver.

Sherlock's physical fitness was actually good among his peers, but he had just recovered from a serious illness, so he also found it unbearable.

The cold and humid climate of Britain was on full display at this moment, and everyone was shivering from the cold.

Just then, a ball of light appeared above everyone's heads, attracting the attention of the young wizards, followed by a rough voice:

"First year students! First year students this way!"

A giant over three meters tall appeared directly in front of everyone.

It was precisely because he was so tall that the light from the lamp he was holding seemed so high.

Sherlock immediately understood that this person was Hagrid, whom Harry had mentioned.

However, Harry's description was a bit conservative; according to Sherlock's estimation, the other person was at least three and a half meters tall.

It can only be said that this is indeed the magical world; the tallest person in the Muggle world is only two and a half meters.

Although Hagrid had a big beard, he gave Harry a gentle smile, "Harry, come over here, are you alright?

Come on, follow me, are there any other first year students?

Watch your step! Okay, first year students, follow me!"

Under the guidance of the giant Hagrid, the freshmen parted ways with the older students and walked down a steep, narrow path.

It was dark and gloomy all the way until they rounded a bend, and the view suddenly opened up.

The young wizards couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

A black lake appeared in their eyes as if parting the clouds and seeing the sun.

The calm lake surface rippled, appearing both quiet and mysterious.

Even more captivating was the high mountain on the opposite shore of the lake.

A majestic castle stood on the hillside, with towering spires and windows twinkling under the starry sky, attracting everyone's attention.

Hogwarts, here we are!

At this moment, all the young wizards unconsciously held their breath, quietly watching this scene.

Until Hagrid spoke up to remind them.

To commemorate the four founders of Hogwarts School, first-year students also row across the Black Lake like the four founders when they first enter the school to reach the castle.

This was also the reason why the giant Hagrid asked the freshmen to follow him earlier.

Because each boat could not hold more than four people, Harry and Ron naturally followed Sherlock, their 'big brother'.

As someone who had already met them before the start of school, Hermione also followed.

This made Ron roll his eyes again.

"Is everyone on board? Forward!"

After confirming that all the first-year students were on board, Hagrid took a boat alone to lead the way—of course, with his size, there was no room for a second person on the boat.

A fleet of small boats sailed across the lake, and circles of ripples appeared on the calm lake surface.

Some people stared silently at the towering castle, some tried to see if they could make the boat row faster, and some chatted about the future while rowing.

Sherlock and his friends were the latter.

Hermione took the lead, "How will they determine which house we will be sorted into?"

Harry shook his head, "Hagrid didn't say."

The books Sherlock bought also did not mention this matter, as if everyone was consciously keeping it a secret.

So the three of them looked at Ron together.

Ron, being stared at by six eyes, couldn't take it and quickly said:

"It's through a test—Fred said it hurts us a lot, but I think he's joking."

Sherlock shook his head, "He must be joking."

Thinking about it, it's impossible; it's just an entrance test, similar to a class placement exam in the Muggle world, how could it hurt the students?

Ron was still a little worried, "I hope so—but by the way, Sherlock, someone as smart as you will definitely be sorted into Ravenclaw, and I should be sorted into Gryffindor."

Hermione raised her eyebrows when she heard this.

Sherlock smiled and didn't answer.

The time crossing the Black Lake was shorter than expected. When disembarking and clearing the empty boats, Hagrid also helped Neville find his toad, which made him ecstatic.

But this joy quickly disappeared.

A tall, black-haired witch in emerald green robes stood in front of the castle gate and completed the handover with Hagrid:

"First year students, Professor McGonagall."

"Thank you, Hagrid, leave it to me to take them from here."

Seeing her serious expression, everyone subconsciously felt that this woman was not easy to deal with.

The person who came was Minerva McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts and Head of Gryffindor House.

When she saw Sherlock, a smile appeared on her serious face, "Hello, Mr. Holmes."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Professor McGonagall."

The exchange between Sherlock and McGonagall surprised the nearby young wizards.

Hermione couldn't help but nudge Sherlock with her elbow, "Holmes, how do you know Professor McGonagall?"

Her action made Sherlock once again confirm that this little girl was a naturally sociable person. Seeing Harry and Ron's curious gazes, he told them about Professor McGonagall coming to his door to answer questions.

"I see."

The three satisfied their curiosity, and then their attention was drawn to Professor McGonagall's words.

"Welcome everyone to Hogwarts, the opening banquet is about to begin, but before entering the hall, you must first determine which house you will each enter..."

Compared to Ron, Professor McGonagall's introduction to the four houses was much more objective.

She specifically pointed out that each house has its own glorious history and has cultivated outstanding wizards.

The four houses have never been superior or inferior, and no matter which house you are sorted into, you are a member of Hogwarts.

After saying these things, Professor McGonagall led the freshmen into the Great Hall, and then left first to prepare for the Sorting Ceremony.

During this period, more than twenty ghosts filed out of the walls, causing quite a stir and scaring the freshmen.

Sherlock became very interested in these ghosts—something that current science cannot achieve.

He tried to communicate with the ghosts, but they were talking among themselves and did not pay attention to these first-year students.

Only a fat friar responded to him and suggested that he be sorted into Hufflepuff, because the fat friar used to be in that house.

"No causal relationship."

Sherlock sighed, lost interest in continuing to communicate with the ghosts, and turned to observing the Great Hall.