Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

“Actually, it's no big deal.”

Seeing the surprised and sincerely admiring expressions on Harry and Ron's faces, Sherlock felt happy despite saying that.

Even though he was much more mature than his peers, he was still an eleven-year-old child after all.

Most importantly, he could tell that Harry and Ron's praise was genuine.

Unlike those guys he had met before.

After recovering from his shock, Ron asked Harry to take him to see Hagrid.

Harry didn't refuse and immediately invited Sherlock to come along with anticipation.

Sherlock naturally agreed.

This was precisely his original intention in approaching Harry—using the savior of the magical world as a fulcrum to interact with all kinds of people and gain a high initial favorability.

This way, he could obtain a lot of information without spending too much effort.

However, in the process of interacting with Harry, he found that he liked the little boy very much and gradually regarded him as his friend.

Precisely because they were friends, he couldn't be ambiguous when it was time to use him.

Harry was in a great mood after receiving Sherlock's agreement, and even forgot his worries about Potions class and Snape.

But he quickly remembered again.

Because the Potions classroom was located underground, the dim environment inevitably reminded people of the Leaky Cauldron.

However, the truth was that it was even colder and more gloomy than the bar.

Various grotesque and strangely shaped animal specimens were placed along the walls, making people feel eerie and terrifying just by looking at them.

But compared to the professor of this course, they could even be called handsome and beautiful.

The Potions professor was Professor Severus Snape, also the last head of the four houses.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a strange and sarcastic feeling rushed towards them:

“Harry Potter, oh yes, this is our new—famous figure.”

The Slytherin students immediately sneered.

Harry and Ron's faces turned red.

Sherlock's eyes lit up when he heard this.

He leaned forward, his eyes flashing with excitement.

This professor has a lot of spirit!

After calling the roll, Snape, like Professor McGonagall, gave all the students a stern warning:

“You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making.

As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic.

I don't expect you will really appreciate the beauty of the cauldron smoking with white fumes, the delicate power of liquids creeping through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses…

I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.”

After saying this, the classroom became silent in an instant.

Sherlock nodded in agreement.

He thought Snape was absolutely right.

In many cases, he had similar feelings—some people could really lower the IQ of the entire street, and even their appearance in his sight would hurt his eyes.

What's even more interesting is that he mentioned science.

This was the first professor to mention it in a magic school.

In Sherlock's opinion, this one was actually more suitable as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

If he could be exchanged with Quirrell, it would be a perfect move.

Unfortunately, it couldn't be done.

However…

Sherlock glanced at Harry, was Snape targeting this savior?

With all the teachers, including the somewhat strange Professor Quirrell and the stern Professor McGonagall, liking Harry very much, the sudden appearance of such an anomaly was really an interesting thing to say the least.

This scene was so delightful that Sherlock simply played the role of a bystander, watching Harry being harassed by Snape.

“Potter, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?”

As soon as Snape asked the question, Hermione raised her hand high.

Obviously, she was eager to prove that she was not the kind of idiot Snape was talking about.

As for Harry… Sherlock knew from his bewildered expression that this poor child and Ron next to him hadn't even heard the question clearly.

Sure enough, Harry answered truthfully: “I don’t know, sir.”

“Tsk, tsk, you haven't even turned a page of the book before the start of school, have you.”

Snape didn't hide his contempt, “Okay, let’s try again—where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?”

Harry: (・-・*)

“What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?”

Harry: (*￣︿￣)

“It seems that fame doesn’t represent everything.”

Snape began to mock again: “Right, the remarkable Mr. Potter.”

Harry: (｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)

Faced with Snape's sinister gaze and the undisguised mocking gazes of the Slytherin students, Harry was ashamed and angry, and finally couldn't help but retort:

“Although I don’t know, sir, I think Granger knows the answer, why don’t you ask her?”

This time, someone finally couldn't help but laugh.

But as Snape's gaze swept over, the classroom was instantly silent, so quiet that even a needle dropping on the ground could be heard.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, he naturally knew the answers to these questions.

Phyllida Spore's 'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi' recorded it, and Arsenius Jigger's 'Magical Drafts and Potions' also mentioned it.

Both of these are textbooks on the reading list.

But for most people, even if they read the books before the start of school, they wouldn't memorize these contents.

Of course, if he didn't think this knowledge was useful, Sherlock wouldn't put it in his brain either.

It takes up too much space.

Hermione played as stable as always—after Harry took the initiative to recommend her, she had already stood up with her hand raised.

So why was Snape targeting Harry?

Sherlock keenly felt that Snape's malice was directed at Harry, but the source was not Harry himself.

Combining Snape's age and identity, an idea had gradually begun to take shape in his mind.

“Hehe.”

Sherlock laughed.

Interesting, too interesting.

Unexpectedly, in addition to magic, the teachers of Hogwarts themselves were also very interesting.

It was just that the classroom was in a state of silence because of Snape's shock just now, which made his chuckles particularly conspicuous.

“Sit down!”

Snape first turned his head and shouted angrily at Hermione, then walked up to Sherlock and stared at him coldly:

“Mr. Sherlock Holmes—a genius of Transfiguration, several professors have praised you, it seems you think this is very funny?”

“It’s not like that, sir, it’s just… I remembered something happy.”

Sherlock stood up and replied politely.