Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 107 I'm Not Hermione
The giant monster fell straight to the ground, and the disgusting stench instantly spread out like an invisible fog, making the surrounding air filthy.

Harry and Hermione lifted up the corner of their robes almost at the same time as a reflex, covered their noses tightly, and their faces were full of pain and disgust.

"Great, it seems we don't have to fight this giant monster..."

However, before Harry could finish his words of relief, he and Hermione widened their eyes in surprise.

Sherlock walked up to the troll, squatted down without hesitation, and began to examine it carefully.

He frowned slightly, and his sharp eyes scanned back and forth across the giant monster's wound like a precise scalpel.

"There's a large mass on the head. Judging from the time of the wound and the blood coagulation, the person must have just left. There's still time to recover."

Looking at Sherlock's calm face, Harry and Hermione were shocked on the spot.

How on earth did he manage to remain calm even when facing the giant monster at such a close distance?

You know, Hermione was standing some distance away from the troll, her eyes were already red from being smoked, and tears were welling up in her eyes uncontrollably.

"Sherlock, you..."

As soon as Hermione opened her mouth, a strong stench rushed into her nose.

Her face turned pale in an instant, her stomach churned, and she almost vomited out her breakfast.

"Let's go!"

Sherlock stood up and stepped over the giant monster's huge body without changing his expression.

Harry and Hermione looked at his back, their admiration reaching an unprecedented peak at this moment.

It can't be done, it can't be done at all!

Entering the next room, Harry and Hermione immediately gasped for breath, as if they wanted to spit out all the air that was previously contaminated by the stench.

Harry seized the opportunity and asked the question in his heart out of curiosity: "Sherlock, how did you do that just now?"

Sherlock didn't answer immediately, but observed.

The new room seemed exceptionally empty, with only a slightly old table standing quietly in the center.

There were seven bottles of various shapes placed on it, sparkling with a mysterious luster in the dim light.

Compared with the previous rooms, this level seems a bit out of place.

But it is precisely this that makes people feel a little scared.

It's so abnormal!

Sherlock glanced around the room, and after making sure there were no other valuable clues here, he walked straight towards the table.

At the same time, he replied to Harry: "How did you do that?"

Harry quickened his pace to catch up with Sherlock. "I can hardly breathe! How did you stand the stench just now?"

Sherlock walked to the table and picked up a roll of parchment next to the bottle. He quickly scanned the words on it and said without looking up:
"Because this stench hasn't reached the limit of human tolerance!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hermione carefully stepped over the threshold.

At this moment, a purple flame suddenly rose behind them, like a giant dragon with bared fangs and claws, instantly blocking the door.

Black flames shot up from the door leading to the front, like black barriers, trapping them tightly in the room.

Harry and Hermione were both shocked. "This, this is..."

Sherlock raised his head slightly, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes, "The mechanism set up by Professor Snape is... interesting."

Then he lowered his head again and continued to read the information on the parchment, while still answering Harry's previous question:

“Humans have a certain tolerance for bad smells. The smell of a giant monster is at best unbearable, but it’s not yet a culprit for the human sense of smell.

The odor that really reaches that level can even cause direct physiological harm to the human body, such as hydrogen sulfide, methyl mercaptan, cadaverine and putrescine.

In addition, humans have a strong ability to adapt. Once they get used to the smell, their sense of smell will become numb, and they will get used to it after a while.

That’s common sense, my friends.”

Sherlock's words left Harry and Hermione stunned.

Neither of them knew how to respond for a moment.

What is common sense?

You're obviously the only one who knows this common sense, right?

While the two were still in shock, Sherlock had already finished reading the contents of the parchment and couldn't help but chuckle:
"Oh, it really fits Professor Snape's style."

After saying this, he picked out another bottle from the seven: "Obviously, this bottle contains what we need."

Before Harry and Hermione could react, Sherlock continued:
"Now it seems that Ron's decision just now was correct. Quirrell just left not long ago. He stayed here for about a quarter of an hour."

After saying this, Harry and Hermione were completely stunned.

After Sherlock's continuous analysis, the two of them could no longer keep up with his thinking pace.

After a long pause, Hermione finally reacted and quickly took the parchment from Sherlock and began to read it.

Harry didn't move.

Ever since he met Sherlock, he found that using fists and wands to solve problems was actually quite good.

As for the brain stuff...

As long as I'm with Sherlock, I don't need it at all, okay?
So he had no intention of following Hermione to join in the fun. He would just do whatever Sherlock said.

At this time, Hermione also finished reading the contents of the parchment. She let out a long sigh:

"Wonderful! This isn't magic, it's logical reasoning—many great wizards don't even have the slightest logical reasoning ability, and so they're trapped here forever." She looked up at Sherlock in surprise, as if realizing something belatedly. "You, you've already figured it out?"

Judging from Sherlock's actions just now, it seemed that he had already come up with the answer after reading the information on the parchment.

Although I know that my friend possesses wisdom that is beyond the reach of ordinary people, this speed is a bit too fast!

“Give me a minute!”

Hermione looked at Sherlock with some dissatisfaction.

Sherlock was not surprised and stretched out his hand to make a "please" gesture.

Hermione read the message on the parchment twice more and walked back and forth in front of the bottles, muttering to herself and pointing at this or that bottle.

Harry felt a little bored watching this scene and couldn't help asking:

"Sherlock, even though I think this is utterly foolish, I still want to ask you.

I'm not surprised you were able to find the bottle we needed so quickly - but how did you deduce the rest of the information?

Even if this level was set by Professor Snape, how do you know that the note on the table was also left by him?
And how did you deduce the time when Quirrell left and stayed?"

Sherlock smiled slightly:
"Professor Snape's handwriting is the easiest to recognize. If you look closely, you can see it from the deliberately restrained but still difficult-to-disguise sloppy strokes between the strokes.

It was also obvious that someone had touched the bottles - this could be judged from the dust residue.

This person is right-handed, and the dust is still freshly disturbed.

The footprints on the ground show that the person was very nervous at the time, with messy steps and quick movements.

Combined with the marks he left on the bottle, it was enough for me to judge that he stayed here for about a quarter of an hour.

Furthermore, I was able to deduce the man's height and weight from the depth and spacing of the footprints, which matched exactly with our Professor Quirrell's, and also confirmed my inference when I observed the bloody words on Halloween.

Look, I haven't even used the Christmas gift you gave me yet!
It’s child’s play.”

Harry looked at Sherlock in admiration: "This is incredible! Sherlock, you figured it all out in such a short time!"

Hearing his friend's sincere praise, Sherlock smiled.

"Ah, my dear Harry, it's just some careful observation and simple logical reasoning!

If you pay attention to every detail, the truth will become as clear as day."

After saying this, he looked towards Hermione.

Harry followed his gaze as well.

Hermione saw the two people looking over, took a deep breath, pointed at the small bottle picked out by Sherlock and said:
"It will help us get through the black flames to the next room."

He picked up the round purple bottle again and said, "It can help us return through the purple flame."

Although she did get the correct answer within a minute, Hermione didn't feel the slightest sense of accomplishment.

Because Sherlock not only got the answer in a shorter time than her, but also deduced who wrote the note, who moved the bottle, and how long they stayed there.

The gap between the two sides is really too big!

It was so big that she didn't even have the energy to catch up.

"Hermione, you don't have to fight Sherlock."

Harry kindly advised: "There are not many geniuses like him in the world. Even if you know everything..."

"Thank you. If you don't know how to comfort me, you don't have to say anything."

Harry: (￣□￣;)
Well, no one likes to hear the truth these days.

Seeing that Harry stopped talking, Hermione stared at Sherlock with sharp eyes:
"The problem is... there's only enough potion in this bottle for one person - so you want Harry to face Quirrell alone?"

Harry was startled at first, but when he saw that there was indeed less than a sip of potion in the small bottle as Hermione said, his eyes gradually became firm.

"Sherlock, how about this? You and Hermione drink the purple potion together, then you can go back to find Ron, and then..."

"And then grab three brooms from the other room, go through the trapdoor, and ask the professors for advice?"

Sherlock interrupted Harry rudely, staring at him and saying, "As for you, are you going to continue forward and temporarily hold Quirrell back?"

Harry felt a little embarrassed to be interrupted by Sherlock and speak his mind.

But he then insisted:
"Sherlock, this was originally a matter between him and me. You've helped me a lot along the way...

Even Dumbledore wants me to face him again - don't worry, since I got away with it once before, maybe I can turn danger into safety this time..."

"Put aside that rhetoric, my dear friend, I am not Hermione."

Hermione: (*￣︿￣)
Although she felt offended, Hermione still had to rely on Sherlock to solve the current dilemma. She suppressed her dissatisfaction and did not refute.

"I remember telling you once that courage is the best substitute for stupidity."

Sherlock said to Harry mercilessly, "You think you are being brave now, but you are actually being stupid."

"But we have no other options now..."

Harry also wanted to go with Sherlock to face Voldemort.

Every time I'm with him, I feel like the game is over.

Hermione was also at a loss. "Yeah, there's nothing we can do..."

Sherlock chuckled, "Who said that?"

Harry and Hermione's eyes lit up when they heard Sherlock's question. "Do you have a solution?"

(End of this chapter)