Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

Dear Dr. Watson:

Dr. Watson, I haven't seen you for a day. I don't know if you are in good health.

I'm going to Gryffindor House at Hogwarts, please tell Sherlock and Mycroft—as for why not just tell Mycroft, believe me, where Mycroft lives, if you see an owl If it flew straight towards the spy chief, the owl delivering the letter would definitely be robbed and beaten to death.

As for Harry, all is well, Hogwarts is a nice place with a history going back thousands of years.I am particularly interested in the various secrets in it.

By the way, tell Sherlock to take it easy with Moriarty and not play it off.

Enclosed are soil samples from the foot of Hogwarts, the lawn, and the Forbidden Forest, please check them.

Sincerely, Gerald Holmes

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Dear Dr. Watson:

Hello!It's a great pleasure to write to you, I'm Harry Potter, do you remember?

I mustered up the courage to write to you just to ask Gerald a question.I think you, as his elder, should have some understanding of his temperament.I actually, uh, just wanted to ask if Gerald was always so blunt about what everyone was up to or what secrets they were trying to keep?Has Gerald always been this (fanatic, the word is spent) enthusiastic about solving mysteries?You know, at Hogwarts right now, I think Gerald could dissect the ghosts of our school if only he had a scalpel in his hand!

And, I also want to ask how you deal with, no, I mean Gerald's outspokenness.You know, this is so necessary for me, I have the urge to punch Gerald in the face several times, or seal his mouth so that he can't open it at all-forgive This is my idea—I think you, Dr. Watson, can understand me.

In this short period of less than a day, I feel that I can no longer be surprised.

From Gerald's mouth, all kinds of secrets about the wizarding world are as obvious as the weeds on the roadside. I feel that I am under a lot of mental pressure now, and I don't know what to say. Is there any way to relieve it?

I've written so much without realizing it, I'm really sorry.

If possible, Dr. Watson, please be sure to answer my question. This is related to how I can spend my years studying at Hogwarts better.Because I am also a Gryffindor, and I share a dorm with Gerald!

By the way, just give the snow-white owl in front of you some minced meat or pie, and please send me any reply as soon as possible——Can Mr. Sherlock not approach my owl?In short, Dr. Watson, I leave everything to you.

Sincerely thank you for reading.

Sincerely, Harry Potter.

Harry looked at the letter he wrote, corrected it again and again, and then sighed in satisfaction, then ran to the owl house, and sent his letter and Gerald's letter—yes, Gerald wrote the letter directly Throw it to Harry——rolled it together, called Hedwig, then put the letter in the mailbox, whispered a few words to Hedwig, stroked it again, and let Hedwig fly out.

Gerald received a reply at breakfast the next day. Dr. Watson's reply to himself was full of two pages, and Harry's reply was a full six pages!

Seeing Harry looking like a treasure, Gerald curled his lips, pushed away the pumpkin juice in front of him, and began to read Dr. Watson's letter a little depressed.Skipping over the topics of concern such as food and clothing, Gerald browsed the whole thing, saw that Dr. Watson had told McCoff and Sherlock about his situation, and also reminded Sherlock, and put it away. After finishing the letter, he began to eat breakfast.

Harry next to him was still reading the letter excitedly, seeing that Harry was so excited that he didn't even eat anything, Gerald could only shout: "Harry, eat quickly, we have a History of Magic class this morning. "

Harry nodded after hearing this, and didn't say much. He stuffed a pie into his mouth, and almost stared blankly at Ron next to him. It was Gerald who pushed a glass of pumpkin juice and rescued Harry.

History of Magic is really boring, even though it's the only subject taught by ghosts.Remember that Professor Binns fell asleep in front of the fireplace in the faculty lounge, and forgot to bring his own body when he went to class the next morning, which shows that Professor Binns is indeed very old.During the class, Professor Binns kept talking in a monotonous voice, and the students scribbled down names and dates, and confused Merik the villain with Urick the weirdo.

Even Gerald couldn't resist Professor Binns' voice. In this flat voice, even if Gerald stared at Professor Binns with bright eyes at the beginning, he was blinded by the reading in the end. ——God knows that he can't even think. Gerald thinks that Professor Binns's class is really terrible, and he can't even escape from it. How horrible it is.

After the magic class, the homework assigned was extremely simple, which was to describe the time and events of today's lecture. With Gerald's urging, Harry and Ron finished the homework in less than the afternoon.

There was Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon, and Gerald cheered up. Even Harry and Ron tried their best to widen their eyes, wanting to see what the professor who was suspected to be Voldemort's subordinate was capable of.

--Huh?Why Professor Quirrell? !

—It's simply obvious!The main teachers have been in Hogwarts with Dumbledore for more than 30 years or even [-] or [-] years, and some professors are even the main force against Voldemort.Only Professor Quirrell came last year. Not only that, this year's appearance has also undergone a major change. If there is no problem, the ghosts will not believe it!

Harry and Ron, who are worse than ghosts, are used to this. Now they feel that they are not only brains, but even their eyeballs are white, because any problems are clearly in front of them and they can't find them...

Harry tried his best to read the advice given to him by Dr. Watson in his heart - Sherlock Holmes just need to praise and get it done, the rest is just to treat himself as a skeleton, don't think too much.

The whole class is looking forward to the Defense Against the Dark Arts course. Of course, Gerald's expectations are different from those of the others.

But Quirrell taught this lesson almost became a joke.

As soon as Gerald came in, he was almost overwhelmed by the pungent garlic smell.God knows how sensitive his nose is, oh, God, not only the smell of garlic, but also the smell of unwashed clothes dried and rotten.Gerald felt that he couldn't breathe at all, so he simply covered his nose and fell to the ground, pretending to be allergic to the smell and not entering the classroom.

The helpless Harry and the staring-eyed Ron watched Gerald's Sherlock Holmes family's natural actor mode activated, and could only silently obey the command and help him to the medical wing.Then, Gerald looked pitiful, and he did not know when he had a red rash on his skin, so Madam Pomfrey helped him to the bed urgently, and then Harry and Ron were kicked out.

Madam Pomfrey downed a cup of potion before Gerald was glad that he got away with it.Gerald threw himself on the bed at once, and fell asleep.

Harry and Ron could only run back to class again. They entered the classroom and sat with other Gryffindors. The little wizards watched Professor Quirrell whispering from time to time at the front desk, and almost everyone started gossiping The reason why Professor Quirrell looks like this.

Most say it was to drive away a vampire he met in Romania, fearing that the vampire would come back and get him.

However, in class, Professor Quirrell told them that his big scarf was a gift from an African prince who thanked him for helping him get rid of the entanglement of zombies, but no one could say that he really believed him told this story.

Because when Seamus.When Finnigan impatiently asked Professor Quirrell how he defeated the reanimated zombies, the professor blushed and vaguely changed the subject and talked about the weather.Then the young wizards noticed that his big scarf smelled too, and the Weasley twin insisted that it must also be stuffed with garlic.

Harry and Ron collected all these remarks and planned to tell Gerald when he returned to the dormitory at night.