Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 101: You want to win the championship even though you are so quiet

"Mr. Potter?"

As Cho Chang turned to greet Harry, he stood up suddenly and knocked over the pumpkin juice.

The dark orange liquid immediately spread across the tablecloth.

"Yeah, sorry!"

Harry got nervous and grabbed the napkin and started wiping it randomly.

Sherlock looked at him and said calmly, "Need I remind you, Harry dear—you were wiping my sleeve."

Hermione's sigh mixed with Ron's stifled laughter.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Zhang burst out laughing.

Then, she pulled out her wand and tapped the table: "Clean it up."

The tablecloth and Sherlock's sleeves were instantly clean.

Hermione's eyes narrowed slightly when she saw this scene.

Qiu Zhang is very skilled in using spells, not inferior to himself.

Harry wasn't paying attention to the spell; it took some effort for him to tear his eyes away from the swaying silver moiré on Cho Chang's sleeve.

After experiencing this little episode, the initial sense of alienation among the few people disappeared a lot.

Penelope and Qiu Zhang also sat on both sides of the table.

"So, what is the punishment for Ekmo?"

Sherlock asked, looking at Cho Chang who was sitting next to Harry.

The smile that had appeared on her face because of Harry's action just now immediately disappeared, and she said in a low voice:
“Return the items and pay the fine.

Ravenclaw deducted 50 points, but only stated that the points were deducted from Marietta, without revealing the specific details.

Stay in school during holidays and after school to do some physical labor that does not allow the use of magic.

Restrict her movements and prohibit her from entering certain public areas for a period of time."

"My advice is...put away your unnecessary kindness."

Looking at the depressed Qiu Zhang, Sherlock said disdainfully, "Her behavior is entirely her own fault and she doesn't deserve any sympathy.

Your relationship with her will not return to what it was before, but that Miss Keith... is a good friend worth making."

Qiu Zhang nodded. Through this incident, she had indeed seen many things clearly.

After chatting for a while, the few of them became more familiar with each other.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Penelope coughed and said, "Mr. Holmes, you won't tell anyone about this, right?"

"I'm not interested."

"Me too."

"Don't worry, I won't tell."

"Me too!"

After receiving a positive answer, Penelope and Qiu Zhang stood up, and the latter bowed to the four people.

After the two left, Ron couldn't help but sigh, "What a kind-hearted girl! Even in this situation, she still cares about her companions... Don't you agree, Harry?"

Harry felt a little embarrassed looking at Ron's teasing gaze.

He had to admit that he had indeed judged people by their appearance.

Fortunately, Ron didn't pay too much attention to this matter. His attention was soon attracted by the delicious food on the table.

Today is Easter, and the dinner in the auditorium is much more sumptuous than usual.

It didn't take long for him to enter the combat state of dual-wielding chicken legs.

Harry, who had almost exhausted all his strength in the Quidditch game, was feeling a little nervous at this moment. Seeing his good brother eating so happily, he quickly joined in.

Sherlock and Hermione also spent a lot of energy in solving the case, so the four of them ate and talked, and the atmosphere became more cheerful.

The first day of the Easter holiday ended uneventfully.

For Sherlock, after completing the commissions from Penelope and Qiu Zhang, the following holiday life inevitably seemed a bit boring.

Of course, it is impossible to expect there to be a case every day.

Otherwise Hogwarts could be renamed Azkaban.

However, the homework assigned by the professors consumed a lot of his time.

Especially Professor McGonagall.

She paid special attention to Sherlock, the genius of Transfiguration - the same paper, but the length was different from others.

If others are five inches, he is seven inches.

This also causes Sherlock to spend more time completing his homework.

As for the original plan to take Harry on a night tour of Hogwarts, it had to be stopped again.

The main reason is Wood's training of Harry.

This was something that neither of the Weasley twins could understand.

They thought about it for three days and three nights but still couldn't understand how Wood managed to find so much time for Quidditch training while having to deal with the OWL exams.

As long as he is on the Quidditch field, he is always full of energy.

"Before we start training, I want each of you to read out loud your name and your position on the field!

I want to ensure everyone can devote themselves to training every day with full spirit, starting now!"

"Chaser, Angelina Johnson!"

"Okay, next one!"

"Beater, George Weasley!"

"It's too weak, I can't hear you at all! Say it again!"

"Beater, George Weasley!"

"Okay, very energetic, next one!"

"Beater, Fred Weasley!" "I can't hear you. You want to win the championship by speaking so quietly? Try again!"

"..."

The pumping session before formal training every day is frustrating enough, but what’s even more frustrating is that the weather factor is not within Wood’s consideration at all.

Even if it rains heavily, he will continue to move forward.

This kind of training method naturally resulted in the Gryffindor team members returning from the Quidditch field exhausted every day.

Until one morning, when the school hospital received more than a dozen bladders filled with stimulants, Wood's high-intensity training was stopped due to the strong intervention of the head nurse, Madam Pomfrey.

The members of the Gryffindor team breathed a sigh of relief and from then on regarded Madam Pomfrey as their savior.

Although Ron did not have the same high-intensity training as Harry, just completing the assignments assigned by the professors was enough to make him very tired - even with the two big guys Sherlock and Hermione.

The end result was that by the end of the holiday, both Harry and Ron felt that Easter was more tiring than a weekday.

This was the first time they wished the holiday would be over soon.

Sherlock and Hermione are naturally much better.

With the joining of Harry who had finished training, the Lion King, the Savior and the Know-It-All trio also started hanging out in the library again.

As for Ron...

It is impossible for me to read books, and I don’t know how to do homework. I can only make a living by copying things.

Sherlock naturally didn't care about Ron's choice.

Harry and Hermione were furious at him for not fighting back.

However, although Ron doesn't come to the library, he can always learn those magics under Sherlock's guidance, which is also a good thing.

In the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class after the Easter holiday, Professor Quirrell, who had not been seen for a long time, appeared again.

He was not in good condition. Compared to before he took Easter leave, his body became more hunched and his face paler.

"Hey, Sherlock, you're such a predictor!"

Seamus couldn't help but secretly give Sherlock a thumbs-up.

Before Easter, he asked Sherlock to guess when Quirrell would be back, and he didn't expect Sherlock to be right.

Sherlock sat by the window in the second to last row of the classroom.

Next to him sat Harry, in front of him were Ron and Neville, and behind him were Seamus and Dean.

"This level of reasoning is too easy for Sherlock."

Hearing the conversation between the two, Ron couldn't help but turn around and join in.

"But he doesn't seem to be in good condition. Can you figure out the reason this time?"

"I said last time that I stabbed him!"

Hearing Sherlock say this calmly, they were stunned at first, and then laughed out loud.

"Holmes, how long do you plan to keep up this joke..."

"I still say the same thing. If this is true, I won't be able to find a girlfriend before I turn 20, hahahaha..."

"Hey, be quiet!"

Hermione, who was across the aisle, couldn't help but say.

Although Professor Quirrell looks easy to bully...don't forget that he is Voldemort's minion!

Even though this matter is under the control of Headmaster Dumbledore, they should still be careful.

Perhaps it was because Quirrell's disguise was too successful, or perhaps it was because Ron's memory was too poor. In any case, Ron obviously didn't understand Hermione's intention at this moment. He forced a smile and looked at his deskmate:
"Neville, why don't you just go and ask him directly."

"Me? Let's forget it..."

In Neville's opinion, although Quirrell was not as scary as Snape, he still did not dare to face a Hogwarts professor alone.

Except for Professor Sprout - because she always reminds Neville of his grandmother.

"I come!"

Seeing that Neville was getting scared, Seamus volunteered to go and ask about Professor Quirrell's health before the class officially started.

Seeing Seamus rushing forward, both Harry and Hermione's hearts skipped a beat.

Hermione was better off, but Harry knew full well that the Quirrell before him was the same creeper-man that had fought with them in the Forbidden Forest that night.

If Sherlock said he stabbed him, then he really stabbed him.

But seeing Sherlock's calm expression, he could only pretend nothing happened.

However, Seamus soon got Quirrell's answer - the vampire curse had broken out again, and in order to suppress it he had to rest for a while.

Of course, the garlic smell in that turban was also stronger.

Harry didn't pay attention to the class at all.

After lunch, when they returned to the common room, Ron couldn't help but ask:

"Harry, what's wrong with you today? Why are you so absent-minded?"

Although Quirrell usually stuttered and could only read from the textbook when teaching, Harry had never been like this before, which was really abnormal.

"Qiluo...is back."

"Yes, now I have to admit that Sherlock is right. The old bat is indeed much more capable than Qilo. At least he can really teach us something."

Ron shook his head, then suddenly pulled out his wand and waved it: "Expelliarmus!"

The West Lake Longjing tea leaves in Sherlock's hand did not move at all.

Looking at the somewhat embarrassed Ron, he shook his head and said, "If you want to cast a Disarming Charm on me, remember to be more careful when you take out your wand next time."

"hey-hey……"

Ron touched his nose sheepishly.

He looked at Harry again: “I know you look down on him, but you can’t expect the old bat to teach two subjects all the time, right?

It would be useless even if Sherlock and Hermione earned more points in other subjects!"

(End of this chapter)