Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Of course, Sherlock wouldn't resist.

Through Professor McGonagall's words and actions, he had already deduced that she wouldn't compromise on this matter.

Since that was the case, there was no need to make an unnecessary move.

With his considerable knowledge of psychology, he knew very well that when facing the side in control of the situation, the more the weaker side struggled, the more excited the other side would become.

"Potter, your father would be proud of you," seeing that Sherlock's problem was resolved, McGonagall looked at Harry again, "He used to be an excellent Quidditch player."

As she said this, a smile bloomed on her face.

At that moment, Harry couldn't help but be stunned.

Since the start of the semester, he had never seen Professor McGonagall smile so brightly.

Even when Sherlock and Hermione won points for Gryffindor in Transfiguration class, she would only smile at most.

He didn't expect her to be so happy because he joined the Quidditch team.

Indeed, Professor McGonagall was a good person.

It would be even better if she could assign less homework.

The atmosphere was harmonious, and this action of joining the Quidditch team came to a perfect end.

Just then, a discordant voice suddenly emerged:

"Um… haven't you guys forgotten something?"

Ron, who had been ignored for a long time, raised his hand and said weakly, "What about me!"

From the beginning of the meeting until now, Wood had only glanced at Ron when Charlie Weasley was mentioned.

There was no way around it; compared to Sherlock and Harry, his presence was too weak.

"You?"

"You?"

McGonagall and Wood both looked at Ron with suspicious eyes.

Being stared at by such gazes, Ron, who was still muttering softly, immediately couldn't take it anymore.

He immediately shouted out in protest:

"I've been playing Quidditch with Charlie since I was little, I want to join the team too!"

Hearing Ron's words, Wood immediately became interested: "Do you have a talent like Potter?"

Ron's face immediately turned as red as his hair.

The boy's blush was the best answer.

Although somewhat disappointed, Wood decided to give Ron a chance: "Take a test flight."

"Okay!"

Ron nodded emphatically!

Having obtained the opportunity, Ron performed well, it could be said that he was performing above his usual level.

He even made several dangerous moves in the air that he had wanted to do before but didn't dare to.

Even with Wood's critical eye, Ron's level could be considered barely satisfactory, already very good among the first-year students.

However, it was far from being as excellent as Harry, who could be exceptionally admitted to the team.

He wasn't polite and directly told Ron the answer.

Ron immediately became a little dejected.

Harry was about to say a few words of comfort when Wood suddenly turned to Sherlock, "Holmes, what about you? Don't you want to give it a try?"

Harry: ((*・∀・）ゞ→→

Ron: o(一︿一+)o

Wood didn't notice the expressions of the two, or rather, even if he did, he wouldn't care.

In his opinion, although Sherlock's action of flying into the air just now was only to showcase Harry's talent, that one action was already very impressive.

To say nothing else, it was definitely better than Ron.

But he still had to see more of Sherlock's performance.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock actually refused him.

"No need, I have no interest in this."

Having Harry in the Quidditch team was enough to collect information; if he joined as well, it would be a waste of resources.

His time and energy still had to be put into other things.

Hearing Sherlock say this, Wood couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

However, what they lacked most now was a Seeker, and Harry was undoubtedly the only choice for this position.

Although Sherlock might also be an excellent player, Gryffindor's need for other positions wasn't so urgent.

Having already gotten Harry, and with Sherlock unwilling himself, Wood didn't insist.

The most urgent task was to train Harry as soon as possible.

After Sherlock and the others left, McGonagall was about to say something, but Wood was already asking anxiously:

"Professor, when are you going to find Headmaster Dumbledore?"

McGonagall: -________-''

Enough is enough!

"Sherlock, you should have agreed to him."

Just after walking out of the Quidditch field, Ron immediately said to Sherlock: "Although I'm grateful that you rejected Wood to take care of my feelings, such an opportunity is not easy to come by."

"Uh… I think you might have misunderstood."

Sherlock turned his head to look at Ron, and said with a serious face:

"I rejected him because I don't have time to attend training three times a week, it has nothing to do with you.

In fact, whether I join the Gryffindor team or not, it won't affect your fate of being rejected."

Ron: (；´д｀）ゞ

Even if that's the case, did you have to say it?

Looking at Ron's appearance, Harry couldn't help but suggest in a low voice: "Sherlock, I think… sometimes you don't have to make things so clear."

"Dear Harry, I've told you before, in most cases I don't lie—unless it's necessary."

"Uh, actually I think now is one of those 'necessary' situations."

"No, no, no, merely lying to take care of that pitiful self-esteem, thereby causing people to produce unrealistic fantasies, is irresponsible to him.

Not having talent is not a shameful thing, correctly recognizing the gap between oneself and others can significantly improve efficiency.

That way, you won't waste time on some obviously unachievable goals."

Harry found that he couldn't argue with Sherlock.

Not only couldn't he argue, but he was also convinced by Sherlock.

What he said made so much sense that he was speechless!

It's just that as Ron's friend, he still felt that it was a bit cruel.

Sherlock was too rational.

He won't have any friends if he keeps going like this!

Fortunately, Ron's frustration came and went quickly.

When he saw the sumptuous dinner, he immediately put this matter behind him.

Eat!

In the following month, Sherlock was still busy.

Most of his time was still spent discussing magic with the professors of the various courses he was interested in.

Again, wanting to understand and accept a completely new system and worldview, and then use it for oneself, is not an easy thing.

Even a genius like Sherlock still needs to spend time continuously.

As for the time originally set aside for exploring the Forbidden Forest and the small dark room, it was also occupied by other things.

First, it was to promise McGonagall not to be absent from Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons again.

Professor Quirrell's lectures were really boring.

To describe them as reading from the textbook would already be praising him.

Because Professor Binns, the ghost who also liked to read from the textbook in History of Magic, could answer calmly when someone asked a question.

It's just that his hearing was a bit bad, and he had to repeat things several times, such as "Gra-what-ger, Her-what-nger, Gran-what-ger", which made people feel a little helpless.

On the other hand, Quirrell would evade the question when asked, vaguely talking about the weather.

When asked too much, his face would turn red, his eyes would twitch, and he would look like he was overly frightened.

It was hard to believe that he used to be a top student at Ravenclaw.

According to insiders, Quirrell only became like this after encountering vampires and witches in the Dark Forest.

But through observing Quirrell, Sherlock deduced that what he encountered in the Dark Forest was definitely not just these.

He must be hiding a secret.

Currently, Sherlock was not interested in this secret.

After all, based on his observations during this period, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, Sprout, Hagrid, Filch…

It was no exaggeration to say that all the faculty members of the school had secrets.

In this case, unless it was related to crime, Sherlock wouldn't bother paying attention.

The second thing was Harry.