Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

Facing the questions raised by the three professors at the same time, Gerald was very helpless.

Could they be without eyes? !What happened should be clearly and clearly displayed.Gerald carefully looked at the three shocked professors in front of him, and then calmly replied, "As you can see, we escaped from the troll's clutches, and by the way, it can't move."

Everyone else couldn't help but look at the poor troll when they heard Gerald's words.Oh, look, the spikes on that giant stick are sharp, Merlin, and there's blood coming!God, is the troll still alive? !God, why did such a cruel thing happen!

Gerald glanced at the three professors who were silently staring at the injured part of the troll, and paid special attention to Professor Quirrell—the professor in a neatly hooded face was pale and about to faint—but he was holding a wand. His hand is also very steady, and the fingertips are not trembling with anger like Professor Snape...

Hmm... Well, Professor Snape's anger has reached its peak, will he still have his own evening activities in the future?Gerald finally looked at Professor Snape's black face, and decided it was better not to provoke him.

etc!Gerald took a closer look at the Potions Professor's condition - his fingertips were trembling, his hand holding the wand was pale, his standing posture was different from before, his back was slightly tilted, his center of gravity was not between his legs, and the hem of his robe was slightly slanted. Tear marks—Gerald took a deep breath, and there was a faint stench.Unlike the smell of trolls' stinky socks and toilets that haven't been cleaned for days, this smell...

"You four! Why didn't you follow the command and go back to the lounge and wander around here?!" Professor McGonagall roared, and she preemptively reprimanded the four Gryffindors: "Do you know? How dangerous is this?! This is an adult troll! You are just little wizards in the first year, don’t you have a sense of crisis?! Your little life may be ruined by you immediately! Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor ! Confinement!!"

Gerald lowered his head with a look of repentance. Ron next to him opened his mouth unconvinced and wanted to say something, but Gerald immediately pinched his ass with his hands, and Ron immediately blushed. The tears were full of regret, well, the scream that reached the throat was stopped by Ron with great restraint.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, seeing Gerald as if admitting his mistake, and also obediently lowered his head, exuding from all over his body - we know we were wrong, dear professor, we dare not — the pitiful breath.

"Don't try to get away with it!" Snape interjected, speaking gloomily, and he gave Gerald a hard look: "Why on earth are you here?!"

Gerald lowered his head, he was completely immersed in his own thoughts at this time.Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell appeared almost at the same time, and Professor McGonagall appeared 5 minutes earlier than the two male professors.Professor McGonagall escorted Gryffindor back to the tower, and if the time for her to return to the office was calculated based on the shortest distance from the eighth floor to the second floor, then Professor McGonagall did not stay or make a detour.The two male professors are strange.Professor Quirrell's office is on the third floor, and there was almost a 10-minute time difference between when he left the auditorium and when he appeared here, and Professor Snape was obviously checking the security on the fourth floor for Dumbledore...

Hermione saw that Gerald bowed his head and didn't answer, she mustered up her courage, blushed and took a step forward and said, "It's me! I want to see the troll beyond my means, and I want to deal with him—— "Professor McGonagall's face softened a little, Professor Quirrell put away his wand, and Professor Snape crossed his arms—"Facing the troll, I realized that I couldn't do it at all... At this time, Harry and Jerra De and Ron appeared! They saved me! Professor McGonagall, if you want to punish, just punish me alone!"

Harry and Ron looked at Hermione in surprise, Gerald continued to lower his head, and Professor McGonagall said with a serious face: "No matter why, anyway, you shouldn't be here!" Then, she looked at Si Professor Nepe glanced, "But! After all, the three of you, Harry, saved your classmates. This kind of behavior deserves praise! Ten points from Gryffindor!"

The corner of Professor Snape's mouth twitched, and just as he was about to speak, Gerald looked straight over, and then opened his mouth excitedly—the Potions Professor resolutely said, "Hmph! ' said, interrupting Gerald.Then he opened his mouth and growled in a low voice: "You four! Go back to your lounge right away! Don't make any more sophistry!" As he spoke, he stared fiercely at Gerald.

Gerald immediately opened his eyes chastely, with a watery and innocent look, which successfully disgusted Snape, but Professor McGonagall was not immune to Gerald's expression, and sighed Said: "Oh, poor children, be frightened, go back, and if you can't sleep, you can ask Madam Pomfrey to give you some medicine."

Professor Quirrell echoed obediently at the side. He looked at Professor Snape tremblingly, and then he sobbed as if he was frightened by Professor Snape's black face.

Next, Professor McGonagall naturally took on the task of escorting the four children back, and Professor Quirrell staggered away silently under Snape's fierce stare, and Professor Snape watched the four Gryffindors After leaving, he returned to his office.

After this thrilling night, the little wizards were exhausted after the extreme mental excitement. Even Gerald didn't want to say anything after returning to the dormitory. Anyway, he released the troll tonight and made himself run into the women's toilet The person who also ran under the giant monster has almost been determined!

Gerald thought about Professor Quirrell who was next to Professor Snape tonight. That person was obviously terrified, but his fingers were steady, his breath was chaotic, and he was panting rapidly. It can be seen that he had undergone strenuous physical activity before... Gerald De smiled, Professor Quirrell, what is hidden behind the scarf on your head?How curious!

Thinking of this, Gerald slowly fell asleep, and the whole dormitory was silent at this time.

The moon sets and the sun rises, another day arrives.

"Gerald, thank you." Hermione appeared next to the trio with a book in her arms, then sat down calmly and said, "And Harry and Ron, thank you for showing up!"

"Well, it's nothing, this is our responsibility," Gerald said with a smile, he was in a good mood, and even winked when Professor Snape looked over: "As a man, don't Maybe watch a lady in danger and do nothing."

Harry nodded. He looked at Hermione and said, "What Gerald said is what we want to say. Of course, Hermione, you should also pay attention to your own safety in the future."

"I will, gentlemen!" laughed Hermione. "So, can I have the honor of calling Gerald, Harry, and Ron?"

"Oh, you've already done it, so go ahead! Hermione." Ron patted his chest: "We're friends now!"

"Yes," Gerald nodded. They were sitting on the lawn outside the castle at this time. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the fragrance of green grass filled the air. "So, would you like to join our secret group?"

"Secret team?" Hermione looked at the three boys curiously.

"Yes, um, a secret group about improving one's combat effectiveness and proficiency in using spells and magic wands." Gerald explained with a smile, and Harry nodded. He sat next to Gerald and raised his hand Pick off the weeds stuck to the hem of the robe—Gerald's cleanliness or something, one time is enough.

Ron was chewing grass roots, a little drowsy in the sun.

"Oh?! What's the name of the secret group? How many times have you held events?! What's the content of the event?!" Hermione asked excitedly. Children are always very excited to join a secret organization. Especially when it's a secret.

"..." The three boys froze, looking at each other silently.

After a long silence, Hermione's face darkened: "Don't tell me that this secret organization doesn't even have an official name, nor has it held any events!"

Gerald looked at the sky and maintained a high-quality silence. Harry silently shrank behind Gerald, and Ron laughed 'ah ha ha ha': "Hermione, don't pay attention to these details."

"..." Hermione pursed her lips, she glared at the three boys, and finally said bitterly: "You guys really shouldn't expect a secret organization to be established, and it's just a verbal agreement?! You should know the purpose and urgency of this organization! Don’t run away from me! Now! Let’s decide on the name and action plan of our secret organization! Immediately! Immediately!”

Facing the angry gaze of the lady, the three boys honestly began to make suggestions.

"Well, how about SM? Secret moments?" Gerrard said, and was immediately snarled by Harry "Did you think you were doing a movie?!"

"Dragon Knight!" Ron yelled happily. He also stood up and posed a knight holding a sword, and was immediately slapped aside by Hermione: "We are wizards! Please use your brain, which wizard uses a sword?" To fight melee?!"

"Prophet!" Gerald said confidently, Harry sighed: "Gerald, please do me a favor, we are not magic sticks."

"The one who destroys the darkness!"

"Has your middle school period finally arrived?! Ron!"

"Goddess of Dawn!"

"Seriously, this really doesn't fit!"

"Curse and Wand Research Society!"

"Are we going to do scientific research? I think I may not have the time. Besides, we are a secret organization!"

"Secret organization! Damn it, let's use this name! We won't change it! Let's just use this secret organization, S·O!"

"The Gryffindor secret organization is ready, G.S.O!"

"Okay, that's it." Ron said regretfully. Harry thought it was reliable, so he nodded. Hermione took out a notepad at some point and wrote down the name of the secret group. down.

"Then, we need to arrange the activity time next." Hermione wrote, tucking the hair from her sideburns behind her ears. "We have to have the same time, Gerald needs to go to Professor Snape every night, and Harry has Quidditch practice on Tuesday and Thursday, Ron and I have nothing to do, um... also Does that mean the time can only be during the day?"

"Hermione, don't worry about me." Gerald said with his chin on his fingertips: "Professor Snape may not have time to stare at me this month, maybe I will be free until Christmas."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because the professor was injured," Gerrard said with a smile, "It's an injury that cannot be healed in a short time."