Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

"Oh, my dear Sherlock, I never thought you were a damn rich man like Hermione!"

Ron said in an exaggerated manner when he heard Sherlock tell him and Harry to each pick a house.

If they were to visit his house, the guests might have to squeeze together with them.

Ignoring Ron's words, Sherlock said to the two, "Have dinner and rest early tonight, we're going to Diagon Alley early tomorrow morning."

"Diagon Alley? Do you want to buy something?"

"Yes, I need your help."

"No problem!"

Harry and Ron agreed readily.

Harry was overjoyed to hear that he could help Sherlock.

As for Ron, he thought that with Sherlock's family's financial situation, he would never borrow money from him.

As long as it's not about borrowing money, anything is negotiable.

Mrs. Holmes was a great cook, standing out in the overall poor English culinary world.

Although it didn't seem as abundant as the special meals in Hogwarts' holiday hall, the taste was even better.

Ron was a little reserved at first.

But after tasting it, he immediately returned to his true colors, using both hands to grab a chicken leg and devour it.

Although Harry wasn't as unrestrained as Ron, he ate more than usual.

Seeing them eating happily, Mrs. Holmes' eyes turned into two crescent moons.

For Sherlock himself, being able to savor the taste of home-cooked meals after a long time was also a pleasant thing.

That night, all three young wizards slept soundly.

The next day, Sherlock's father drove them to the Leaky Cauldron.

The Leaky Cauldron was still as dim and hazy as ever, with few people inside.

Fortunately, Harry's appearance didn't cause too much of a stir.

"It seems that Father has been coming here often recently."

When the group passed through the bar and arrived at the small courtyard surrounded by walls, Sherlock suddenly said to Mr. Holmes.

"You're right."

Mr. Holmes smiled, he wasn't surprised that his son could see this.

Harry asked curiously, "Sherlock, how did you figure it out?"

"The parking space outside just now is reserved for long-term renters."

"Just that simple?"

Ron found it a little unbelievable.

Mr. Holmes kept smiling.

Obviously, his son's friends had also noticed his uniqueness.

"I said, as long as you observe carefully, these things are not worth mentioning once you understand them.

Besides the parking space, the bartender was obviously treating my father like a regular customer, which also shows that Father has been coming here often recently."

"That's right," Mr. Holmes added, "Although I can't enter Diagon Alley, I can still learn about the magical world through this bar."

"Oh, Uncle Holmes, I bet you'll become good friends with my father."

Ron said with shining eyes.

His father worked in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office at the Ministry of Magic, and he himself had a strong interest in everything related to Muggles.

Meeting Mr. Holmes, who had a strong interest in the magical world, the two would inevitably have common ground.

At this time, Harry, under Sherlock's instruction, had already tapped the fixed bricks on the wall with his wand, opening the passage to Diagon Alley.

"Sherlock, where are we going?"

"Gringotts."

This time of year was the off-season, and Diagon Alley didn't have as many people as before the start of school.

On the way to Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Sherlock also told his two friends the purpose of his trip.

To exchange some wizarding world currency in the names of Harry and Ron.

Both were teenagers from wizarding families, and the annual limit for exchanging British pounds for Galleons was much higher than that of Sherlock and Hermione, whose parents were Muggles.

Harry and Ron naturally agreed happily.

After all, opportunities to help Sherlock were few and far between—he almost never needed help.

The process need not be described in detail, with the help of the two, Sherlock finally exchanged enough Galleons this time.

Harry had seen the small vault his parents left him in the depths of Gringotts, so he was naturally not surprised by this small scene.

However, the glittering gold coins directly stunned Ron.

He had never seen so much money in his life, and he entered a trance.

It wasn't until he unconsciously followed Sherlock to Ollivanders Wand Shop that he suddenly came to his senses:

"Sherlock, what are we doing here?"

"Naturally, to buy a wand."

Ron revealed a surprised look: "Is your wand broken?"

"No, it's your wand."

"Me?"

Ron pointed at himself, his face full of disbelief.

Just as he was about to say something, a gentle voice interrupted him:

"Hello, it's rare to see young wizards here at this time."

Ollivander slowly walked out from inside, and his eyes lit up when he saw Harry, "Mr. Potter, we meet again."

"Hello."

Harry greeted Ollivander a little awkwardly.

At this time, Sherlock pointed to Ron, "My friend needs a new wand."

Ollivander's gaze followed Sherlock to Ron.

"This should be a Weasley boy, can you take out your wand and show it to me?"

Ron didn't take out his wand, but looked at Sherlock with a puzzled expression: "Sherlock, what exactly is..."

"If you haven't forgotten what happened when we first met, you should remember that I told you that you should choose a wand that suits you, otherwise it will affect your spellcasting."

Sherlock stared at Ron intently, "Since the start of school, you have always struggled when casting spells, so I have to trouble Mr. Ollivander to take a look.

If it's really a wand problem, then the new wand will be my Christmas gift to you."

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Ron's eyes welled up with tears.

Because he had five excellent older brothers, he had always been the one who was ignored at home.

Just as he said to Harry when they first met—the eldest brother Bill was the president of the student council, the second brother Charlie was the captain of the Quidditch team, the third brother Percy became a prefect, and the fourth and fifth brothers, the twins, were mischievous, but their grades were excellent.

In this case, the family naturally expected the youngest brother Ron to be like them.

But then again, even if Ron could do it, it wouldn't be anything special.

Because five older brothers had already done it before him.

Judging from Ron's performance among the freshmen, there was indeed nothing remarkable about him.

The only thing worth mentioning was his identity as "Harry Potter's friend, the savior of the magical world."

Of course, Harry himself didn't have any problems.

Ron could also feel that the other party sincerely regarded him as a friend.

Hermione was the same since the troll incident.

However, even Hermione, as a friend, would only repeatedly correct his pronunciation and posture when he failed to cast a spell.

This undoubtedly emphasized that "the problem lies with you".

But no one thought that the reason why he couldn't cast spells smoothly was a second-hand wand.

But Sherlock thought of it.

Not only thought of it, but also put everything into practice.

Ron's eyes welled up with tears again.