Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

"This problem is actually very simple.

You were there at the time. If you had paid a little attention, you would have noticed that the letter 'A' was somewhat modeled after the German style. Real Germans often use Latin script.

Conversely, the 'E' at the end uses a cursive style, which is precisely a British writing habit.

Perhaps it was superfluous, perhaps it was an attempt to cover up, or maybe that's just his level of skill. In any case, his imitation skills are not very good.

Therefore, I can say with certainty that this letter was definitely not written by a German."

Ron couldn't help but praise, "I knew it! You're amazing!"

Harry noticed that Sherlock seemed very happy after hearing Ron's praise.

In fact, he had noticed this a long time ago.

As long as someone praises Sherlock's achievements in detective work, his friend becomes as sensitive as any girl hearing compliments about her beauty.

Provided that the person's praise is sincere.

Sure enough, after Sherlock finished his analysis of the blood writing, he actually took the initiative to say to Ron, "I can tell you one more thing."

"What thing?"

"You must find it strange why I keep insisting that Professor Snape is a despicable but kind-hearted person?"

Now, not to mention Ron, even Harry and Hermione became interested.

"Yeah, why is that?"

"Yes, why is it?"

"Because Professor Snape and Harry's father were rivals in love."

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The topic was so explosive that the three young wizards opened their mouths wide and couldn't close them for a long time.

"Harry, Professor Snape's love for your mother was sincere and pure."

Sherlock looked at the shocked Harry and said calmly, "After your mother passed away, that love was transferred to you."

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Silence.

A long silence.

After a while, Hermione was the first to recover from the shock.

She took a deep breath and asked curiously, "Did… Dumbledore say this too?"

Even if Dumbledore said this, it's too outrageous!

"It's too obvious," Sherlock shook his head, "It doesn't even require special observation."

Hearing Sherlock say this, Hermione suddenly thought of the scene in the first Potions class.

"Are you saying… the Victorian language of flowers?"

Although Snape interrupted halfway through, Hermione remembered Snape and Sherlock's conversation clearly.

The daffodil is a type of lily, which is Lily, exactly Harry's mother's name, and its flower language is "My regret follows you to the grave."

Wormwood represents "absence" and "bitter sorrow."

Draught of Living Death represents "a hellish and miserable life."

Snape's question at the time was—what do you get when you add powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?

Sherlock had already given the answer—powdered root of asphodel added to an infusion of wormwood can be used to prepare a Draught of Living Death, which is exactly a "Draught of Living Death."

So as long as Snape's question and answer are translated according to Sherlock's explanation, it is—Lily falls into bitter sorrow, I deeply regret your mother's death, and from then on, I live a hellish and miserable life.

Once she understood this, Hermione's eyes widened even more.

"Dear Hermione, I'm glad you still remember this."

Sherlock said with a smile, "That's why I said that this matter doesn't require special observation at all."

Because Professor Snape expressed his strongest feelings to Lily's son in the first class.

In addition to his usual performance in Potions class, it was enough for Sherlock to make a deduction.

For the rest of the day, Harry and his friends were immersed in the shock brought by this news.

This topic was really too explosive!

In the evening, Sherlock called Harry out and handed him a box.

"What is this?"

Harry hadn't recovered from the shock and was curious about Sherlock calling him out alone.

Now that he saw Sherlock handing him this, he couldn't help but guess.

Could there be Professor Snape's secret in this box?

"This is a gift your father left for you."

Okay, he was indeed thinking too much with Snape on his mind.

But upon hearing that it was his father's relic, Harry's expression instantly changed.

As if holding a priceless treasure, he opened the box, and his eyes couldn't help but pause slightly.

A strange object between solid and liquid quietly stayed in the center of the box, its silver-gray color shining brightly.

Harry carefully reached out, and then surprisingly found that this glittering silver object was actually a fabric, and the feel was extremely strange, as if it was woven with water.

"This is an Invisibility Cloak. Dumbledore asked me to tell you to use it with caution."

Sherlock said with a smile, "Although he didn't say it out loud, I could see that he was hesitating. I think he was worried that you would use it to do something bad."

Harry didn't seem to hear Sherlock's words, and still gently stroked the Invisibility Cloak left by his father with his hand.

After a long while, he raised his head to look at Sherlock: "Why?"

"What why?"

Sherlock noticed that Harry's eyes were red, and couldn't help but feel a little strange. What happened to Harry?

"Why give it to me… I mean…"

Harry suppressed his excited mood and said in a low voice, "If it weren't for you, Professor Dumbledore would definitely not have given it to me."

Hearing Harry say this, Sherlock couldn't help but smile.

"Dear friend, I'm glad you trust me so much.

But I still have to say, Dumbledore originally planned to give it to you—as a Christmas gift.

When we discussed the inheritance your parents left you, it was mentioned, and I suggested that he give you this gift now. Fortunately, he adopted my suggestion.

But I think you'd better use it after the Quidditch match, I also plan to…"

"Sherlock!"

Before Sherlock could finish speaking, Harry suddenly stretched out his arms and gave him a hug.

"Harry?"

Sherlock looked at the suddenly enthusiastic Harry with a puzzled expression, not understanding what he was doing.

Harry let go of him and said sincerely, "Sherlock, you are really amazing!

I… I don't know how to express it, but, thank you!

For me, the luckiest thing about coming to school is meeting you."

Sherlock smiled.

"I am honored to receive such a high evaluation from the Savior."

Hearing Sherlock say this, Harry seemed very embarrassed: "Not some Savior… you are much better than me, I am just lucky…"

"Luck has always been part of strength," Sherlock said seriously, "Next, many things you need to do require luck."

"I listen to you."

Sherlock smiled again.

Simple four words, but they represent full trust.

"By the way, what did you say you were going to do after the Quidditch match?"

Harry asked curiously.

Sherlock showed a smile for the third time: "Take you leveling up!"