Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 104: Keep Blowing, Don’t Stop

Hermione never expected that even after she told the truth, this would still be the result.

She stayed there for a moment, finally stamped her feet, and said bitterly:
"Since we can't stop it, let's join it!"

But when she returned quickly, she found that Sherlock and Harry were gone.

After asking the classmates nearby, I found out that they left shortly after I left.

"not good!"

Hermione suddenly thought of something and was shocked.

She immediately headed towards the room on the fourth floor that Dumbledore had mentioned.

"Sherlock, if you dare to abandon me, I will never forgive you!"

Hermione thought through gritted teeth as she ran.

It is lunch time now, and the exams have just ended, so there are not many teachers and students lingering around.

This also enabled Hermione to reach her destination smoothly without being discovered.

When facing the door that Dumbledore had specifically mentioned, Hermione slowed down, looked around, and tiptoed to the door carefully.

She noticed that the door was open a crack.

"Damn it!"

Hermione cursed inwardly and prepared to push the door open.

at this time.

The door was suddenly opened from the inside, and then a strong hand stretched out from the crack of the door, covered her mouth and pulled her in.

Then the door slammed shut.

"broken!"

Hermione was pulled into the room and was horrified. She subconsciously took out her wand.

But she soon felt a shock all over her body and then relaxed.

Just because she had experienced this scene once before.

Noticing that Hermione had stopped struggling, the owner of the hand let her go.

Hermione looked up immediately.

Sure enough, a pair of gray eyes appeared in her sight.

"I knew it……"

Hermione muttered in annoyance.

Sherlock had used this trick against her when Quirrell released the troll.

Now that he had scored twice, she naturally recognized him at once.

Doesn't this guy know what a gentleman is?

At this moment, a voice sounded somewhat inopportunely:

"Hey, man, why are you so skilled?"

Hermione turned her head and saw Ron looking at Sherlock and her with a mischievous look.

This made Hermione blush, and she couldn't help but glare at Sherlock again.

Sherlock acted as if nothing had happened and waved his hand: "Everyone is here, let's go."

Only then did Hermione have time to take in the whole room.

Then she was startled.

Because right in front of us is a huge dog that looks like a monster.

It's no exaggeration to say that the dog was so big that it filled up all the space from ceiling to floor.

What shocked Hermione even more was that it had three heads!
Fortunately, it is sleeping at the moment.

Even so, those three bloody mouths drooling with saliva still make people feel extremely terrifying.

In particular, its saliva is like a sticky rope, hanging from the yellowed dog teeth.

Very disgusting!

It's the kind of thing that can give people nightmares just by looking at it.

Hagrid actually called this thing Fluffy?
The contrast is a bit too great!

In addition to Sherlock who had just helped him and Ron who was standing a little further away, Harry was also in this room.

At this moment, he was holding the Christmas gift given to him by Hagrid, and playing the flute with his cheeks puffed out.

How should I put it, there's no rhythm or beat at all, it's just like noise.

But even so, this big dog, which looked very ferocious, seemed to enjoy the notes and fell into a deep sleep.

Under Sherlock's command, several people walked past the big dog one by one.

As they approached the three huge heads, they all felt the hot, smelly breath.

Fortunately, the smell was not as strong as that of the giant monster, and everyone could barely bear it.

Behind the big dog was a trapdoor, like the door of a cellar.

Sherlock reached out and pulled it open, casting a lighting spell.

It’s a pity that the trapdoor is quite deep underneath, and even after casting an illumination spell, I still can’t see anything.

Sherlock turned to the three of them without hesitation and said:
"I'll jump down first, and if everything is ok, you can follow me."

Then he specifically instructed Harry, who was playing the flute, "Keep playing before all of us jump down. Don't stop."

After saying this, he didn't wait for the three people to agree, and jumped down with a leap of faith.

"Hey, man, you haven't told me what to do if something happens!"

Ron asked as he chased to the door.

Unfortunately, Sherlock didn't answer.

He turned around and saw Hermione and Harry looking at him with indescribable expressions.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm trying to be as considerate as possible!"

Harry was busy playing his flute and could only respond with gestures and expressions.

Hermione said bluntly, "If something really happens, please find a way to find a professor to save us!" "Hermione, Sherlock has already thought of what you said - he had Watson and Hedwig send letters to several professors before he set out."

"Why are you so proud? It wasn't you who did it!"

While the two were arguing, Sherlock was falling.

The cold, damp air brushed past my ears.

Sherlock silently calculated the time of his descent, and when he thought it was almost time, he took out his wand in advance.

Sure enough, with a strange and dull thud, he landed on something soft.

Sherlock stood up immediately and began to check the situation around him.

Very good, the information provided by Dumbledore is reliable.

He then raised his wand high, sending a stream of purple fireworks upwards.

Then he cast another amplification spell and shouted at the hole above, which looked to be about the size of a postage stamp:

"It's safe, you can jump down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron jumped down, so quickly and decisively.

"What is this stuff?"

He looked around and couldn't help asking.

"This is the Devil's Net that Professor Sprout planted. It's laid here to cushion the impact when we fall, and also to hinder our progress."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hermione and Harry jumped down one after another, landing on Sherlock's left and right respectively.

At this time, Maomao barked loudly again, obviously waking up after not hearing Harry's flute.

"Frankly, Harry," Ron joked after successfully escaping from the big dog, "Your flute playing is awful. It's almost rivaling Sherlock's violin."

Harry shook his head indifferently. "I can't play it anyway. As long as I can make that big dog fall asleep, that's all that matters."

"Okay, you're right," Ron shrugged and looked at Sherlock, "but what I don't understand is... why does it want to sleep when it hears music?"

"My friend, I mentioned this matter when I told you about helping Hagrid deal with the dragon eggs."

"Have it?"

Ron thought about it for a moment, then it dawned on him.

Really!
However, at that time, his attention was focused on Sherlock using despicable methods to force Hagrid to hand over the dragon egg, so he ignored this.

Sherlock didn't say anything, obviously having expected this.

But when Ron saw the way Harry and Hermione were looking at him, he couldn't help but get angry and said:

“Don’t look at me like that!
I just found out about Sherlock and Harry encountering Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest. You guys kept it from me so much!

What if I really can’t find a girlfriend? "

Hearing Ron say this, Hermione immediately remembered what he once said:
"If this is true, I won't be able to find a girlfriend before I'm twenty."

Seeing the other person's embarrassed look, Hermione couldn't help but recall the situation when she knew about this matter, and she couldn't help but find it even more funny.

He was anxious.

But on the surface, she still kept a straight face and said, “Ronald, this is clearly your own problem!

Have you paid any attention to this since Sherlock mentioned last time that Maomao falls asleep when he hears music?

With your attitude, how can we possibly tell you this matter with confidence..."

"Hello--!"

"I don't call hello!"

"Okay... Hermione, I admit that I was really focused on the dragon eggs at that time, but weren't you the same?
If Sherlock hadn't mentioned this today, you would have forgotten it long ago, right? "

The reason Ron said this was because when Sherlock brought Harry here with him before, he specifically asked Harry to take the flute that Hagrid gave him.

Neither Harry nor he had realized at the time what it was used for.

Judging others by himself, he felt that even if Hermione was stronger than them, her strength was limited.

"We are different!"

"what?"

"We're different," Hermione said sharply. "For example, I know that three-headed dogs are very rare animals. Their weakness is that they fall asleep after hearing music. Not only that, in Greek mythology, if you want to get past the three-headed dog guarding the entrance to the underworld, you also need to use music to make it fall into... Oh - damn!"

As Hermione was making a proud statement, she suddenly screamed:
"What's this!"

The plants, which were originally responsible for reducing the impact of falling and preventing them from getting injured, finally showed their true skills at this moment.

It seemed to suddenly come alive, stretching out its snake-like tendrils and wrapping itself around the ankles of several people.

Hermione trembled all over and screamed loudly:
"Oh, God, it's coming up my leg!"

Hearing Hermione's warning, Harry and Ron immediately struggled desperately.

However, the more they struggled, the faster and tighter the vines wrapped around them.

Harry even felt suffocated.

In this situation, Ron subconsciously looked to the side.

What surprised him was that the vines were slowest to wrap around Sherlock, who was motionless.

An idea struck him, and he immediately shouted, "Sherlock! Don't you know the name of this thing? Find a way!"

Sherlock remained calm. "This is a Devil's Snare. One of its survival habits is to extend its tendrils and entangle any creature that comes near it... Also, the more you struggle, the more excited it becomes."

Hearing Sherlock's words, the three of them were stunned.

But it was too late to recall it now. Ron shouted again: "So what should we do?"

"Just don't struggle."

Although it sounded a bit perverted, out of trust in Sherlock, Harry and Ron immediately relaxed their bodies like Sherlock and stopped struggling.

Sure enough, the devil's net that originally bound them felt that they were motionless, and then it exerted its strength one last time.

Harry almost couldn't hold back.

The next moment, the Devil's Snare seemed to lose interest in them and quickly let them go.

However, Hermione's situation was not good.

She had struggled too violently before, and the devil's net had now spread up her legs, wrapped around her whole body, and tied her into a strange posture.

(End of this chapter)