Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

“Adjust diet, promote exercise, medication.”

When Filch asked how to explain Mrs. Norris's problem, Sherlock didn't beat around the bush and gave the answer crisply.

“Temporarily reduce food intake and use smaller, more frequent meals to reduce the burden on the stomach.

Choose more easily digestible foods, such as canned cat food with a higher water content.

You can also use probiotics and anti-bloating medications, such as simethicone, etc.”

Filch: (((Φ(口; )Φ)))

W-w-what? What is all this?

Even though he had been listening very carefully, Filch still felt as if he was trying to learn magic.

Canned cat food, probiotics, simethicone——·—

He dared to swear that even the most complex spells he had seen were not as difficult to understand as Sherlock's words.

But seeing Mrs. Norris, who had been listless for some time, rubbing against Sherlock in his arms, looking comfortable and happy, Filch could only suppress the doubts in his heart and listen carefully like a student attending class.

Just like that, Sherlock walked forward with Mrs. Norris in his arms, and Filch followed closely beside him.

One spoke, one listened, and they walked until they were near the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Only then did Filch realize that something was wrong. Shouldn't I be the one leading the way?

Why does he know where I'm going?

Before Filch could ask, Hagrid's voice came from not far away:

“Is that you, Filch? Hurry up, I'm about to leave.”

“Here you go.”

Hearing Hagrid's voice, Sherlock handed Mrs. Norris to Filch.

Noticing that Mrs. Norris, who always clung to him and never gave anyone else a good look, was now tightly holding onto Sherlock, unwilling to leave his arms, Filch's face darkened.

He felt like he had lost something important.

As for the question just now, it was naturally suppressed in his heart.

“First do as I said, and during this time I will have my family send some more suitable cat food and anti-bloating medication.”

Sherlock still said in a calm tone.

A tangled look appeared on Filch's face.

He really wanted to say he didn't need it.

But seeing Mrs. Norris's eyes shining and looking at him with hope, he finally compromised.

“T-thank you, Mr. Holmes.”

Heaven knows how much determination it took for him to say this.

Hagrid happened to walk up to Sherlock and Filch at this time.

He was a little surprised to see the two getting along harmoniously.

Based on his understanding of Filch, shouldn't this guy be lecturing Holmes at this time?

The two are getting along unexpectedly harmoniously?

Could it be that Holmes is so powerful that he has even taken down Filch, this weird old bucket of rice?

If that's the case, it's a good thing.

The more powerful Holmes is, the more beneficial it will be to the investigation of the Forbidden Forest.

“Filch, from now on I'm in charge here.”

“Okay.”

Filch glanced at Sherlock, nodded to him, and left crisply.

Even after Filch's back disappeared, Hagrid still found it a little unbelievable.

He touched the back of his head and couldn't help but ask:

“Holmes, how did you do it?

Why is that old bucket of rice so nice to you?

Did you tell him that you were deliberately put in detention?”

In his opinion, only if Sherlock told Filch that he was working for Dumbledore would the other party be so polite.

“No, I gave him some catnip.”

“Oh, I see!”

Hagrid suddenly understood and grinned:

“That guy is annoying, but he's still very nice to his cat.”

Obviously, Hagrid, who is familiar with magical creatures, also knew the effect of catnip.

The two walked forward while talking, and soon came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

At this time, a cold wind blew, and even the strong Hagrid couldn't help but shrink his neck.

On the other hand, Sherlock had cast a warming charm on himself long ago, so he didn't feel anything.

Hagrid naturally didn't notice these details. He raised the lamp high and pointed to a narrow path that gradually disappeared into the dark dense forest and said to Sherlock:

“Holmes, look over there—the thing that shines with a silvery-white light is unicorn blood.”

Sherlock looked intently and saw the silvery-white reflective substance that Hagrid mentioned.

This is the difference between the magical world and the Muggle world.

In the Muggle world's reconnaissance experience, there has always been the saying of black mud, white stone, and reflective water.

The meaning is that in the night or when the light is not good, the black area is likely to be mud, the white area is stone and other harder objects, and the reflective part is likely to be standing water.

This sentence can help people avoid stepping into mud or water when walking, so as to travel more safely in complex outdoor environments.

But in the magical world, this experience is obviously not applicable.

Hagrid continued:

“The thing is, a unicorn in the Forbidden Forest was injured by something, and it was seriously injured.

In fact, I found one dead last week. The other creatures in the Forbidden Forest will not harm them, so I think there must be poachers sneaking in.

Even if we can't find out the reason, it's best to find that poor unicorn first and get it out of its pain.”

It can be seen that Hagrid is very depressed.

The various animals in the Forbidden Forest are his good friends, especially the injury and even death of sacred and noble creatures like unicorns, which is not a normal thing no matter how you look at it.

Hagrid has been investigating for two weeks and still has not gained anything.

When he reported the dragon egg to Dumbledore, he suddenly thought of Sherlock's unique skills,

So he proposed to ask Sherlock to help investigate with a try-it-out mentality.

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore agreed in one gulp.

The rest of the matter went smoothly.

Hagrid talked a lot for a long time, and by the way, he also told Sherlock the characteristics of the unicorn.

Sherlock listened very carefully and did not ask questions at first.

After Hagrid finished speaking, he asked a few questions, and Hagrid also gave detailed answers.

“Relieve the unicorn of its pain?”

Sherlock shook his head, "Excuse me, Hagrid, your idea is wrong."

“What did you say?”

Hagrid's eyes widened.

“It is no longer meaningful to relieve the unicorn of its pain—if this is really done by poachers, then we should relieve ‘him’ of his pain.”

Hagrid was startled when he heard this.

He looked at Sherlock carefully by the moonlight and found that he didn't seem to be joking.

He immediately began to regret suggesting to Dumbledore to let Sherlock participate in the investigation.

Sherlock Holmes is indeed a Gryffindor!

Although this is gratifying in some ways, some things have to be made clear in advance:

“Listen, Holmes, I admit you are very powerful, even able to see through people like Dumbledore—

But, if there are really poachers sneaking into the Forbidden Forest to seriously injure and kill unicorns, then he is a dangerous person, definitely not someone that a first-year student like you can deal with!”

Hagrid paused here and said again:

“The Forbidden Forest is very dangerous, especially at night.

But as long as you are with me and Fang, no creature in the Forbidden Forest will harm you.”

Sherlock: “Oh.”

“What does ‘Oh’ mean?”

“It means I know, I was just making a suggestion.”

The slow-witted Hagrid nodded when he heard this, “It's good to know, it's good to know.”

Harry, who was lurking in the side wearing an invisibility cloak, almost laughed out loud.

Not long ago in Astronomy class, Sherlock told him the inside story of being detained, and by the way, asked him to put on the invisibility cloak and go with him.

In fact, it is equivalent to a test of the results of this period of special training.

Harry, who had previously been stimulated by adventure factors, was naturally particularly excited.

It's just that he didn't expect to have seen so many wonderful scenes before the special training officially started.

Filch made him puzzled, and Hagrid made him laugh.

It's so much fun!

It's much more interesting than wandering around Hogwarts at night.

After getting Sherlock's guarantee, Hagrid took him into the dreaded Forbidden Forest.

He observed Sherlock while walking, and the more he looked, the more confused he became.

Although Sherlock is indeed a Gryffindor, he is only an 11-year-old wizard, why can't he see any tension on his face?

On the contrary, looking at his eyes shining, he actually looked like he was looking forward to it.

Sherlock is indeed full of expectations for the Forbidden Forest.

If there was such an area in the Muggle world, I am afraid he would have completed the exploration within a month of entering the school.

It is precisely because this is the magical world that Sherlock, who initially knew nothing about magic, has endured for so long.

Heaven knows how hard it was for him to endure with his adventurous spirit in his bones.

Five months, do you know how he spent these five months?

But since he has waited for five months, he is not in a hurry at this moment.

Sherlock made a concealed gesture to the back, signaling Harry not to fall behind, and then asked directly:

“By the way, Hagrid, the Christmas gift you gave us—that flute, should it be made of special materials?

Diricawl horn? Erumpent horn? Or Murtlap tentacle?”

“Ha! Sherlock, I didn’t expect you to know so much!”

Hagrid's name for Sherlock changed once again, “But you were wrong from the beginning, that thing is not the horn of a magical creature!”

“Really?”

Sherlock looked surprised, “I thought it was so hard, I thought it was the tentacle of an animal!”

“That’s the opinion of ordinary people!”

Hagrid laughed happily, “Actually, I made it from the shell of a Flobberworm!

You know Flobberworms, they are a kind of huge snail.

In addition to being able to make Babbling Beverage, its hard shell also has many uses.

Because it changes color every hour, I thought it would be very good to make them into flutes.”

“It’s indeed very good!”

Sherlock praised, and then asked:

“Hagrid, you have been at Hogwarts for so long, you must be very familiar with the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest, right?”

It is very easy to get information from Hagrid.

As long as you find an excuse, he will tell you all the information you want to know.

This even makes Sherlock wonder if Snape's Veritaserum has a main ingredient that is Hagrid's saliva.

If not, you can consider adding it, the effect will definitely not be bad.

Sure enough, Hagrid's spirits were lifted after hearing Sherlock's words, and he began to talk endlessly.