Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 108: Reunion

Under the expectant gazes of Harry and Hermione, Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth slightly and chuckled:
"Dear Harry, could you please take out the Christmas present from Professor Snape?"

Harry's eyes lit up instantly when he heard this.

He hurriedly reached into his arms, his movements filled with a bit of urgency and caution.

Soon, he took out a small crystal clear bottle.

In the dim and flickering light, the bottle reflects a dreamy glow.

The bottle was filled with a liquid that shimmered with golden light, and the light danced gently like fireflies on a summer night.

Just by looking at the appearance, one can feel that this is a high-end product.

"Oh my god, it's the Felicity Potion!"

Hermione couldn't help but exclaim, her hands quickly covering her mouth, her eyes full of shock and excitement.

As a top student, she knew the value of this potion very well.

The ingredients used to make the potion are all rare and high-quality goods:

Known ingredients include serpent eggs, horseradish, onion bulbs, mothra, thyme tincture, serpent eggshells, and rue powder.

Not to mention that the brewing process is extremely complicated and often takes up to six months.

The brewer needs to concentrate fully, keep his eyes fixed on the crucible, and stir gently with the stirring rod in his hand according to a specific rhythm. Every movement cannot tolerate the slightest mistake.

If an error occurs in any link during the process, the consequences will be unimaginable.

It could cause an earth-shattering explosion or produce a strange and dangerous substance.

Just thinking about it makes me feel scared.

The high cost and complicated brewing process bring about magical and almost dreamlike effects:
It not only improves the user's ability, but also brings good luck to the user.

To be more specific, within 12 hours after taking it, the user can enter a wonderful state where they are not controlled by emotions.

In extreme cases, the brain can be incredibly clear and capable of precise action.

It not only greatly improves abilities in all aspects, but also makes people feel that everything goes smoothly, as if there is an invisible hand pushing them in secret.

It will also bring good luck, success and unlimited opportunities.

It's as if the goddess of luck is always protecting me, so it's called this name.

Although this bottle of Felix Felicis may seem like a small amount, such a large-scale high-end potion could probably only be given away by a handful of people like Snape, the potion master, in the entire Hogwarts.

"Mix them together and drink them separately among the three of us."

Harry's eyes lit up when he heard Sherlock's words.

Yes, why didn’t I think of it?

The magical effect of the Felicity Potion, coupled with the potion that can pass through fire, is definitely enough to help them enter the next room.

Not only that, drinking the Fuling potion will have a greater effect in the future.

After all, in the last room, they would most likely have to fight Quirrell or even Voldemort again.

Thinking of this, a trace of determination flashed in Harry's eyes and he clenched his fists tightly.

Hermione didn't expect Sherlock to solve the problem in this way.

She bit her lip lightly, her eyes full of confusion.

Originally, she wanted to say that this precious potion should be saved for more important moments in the future.

But on second thought, this time they are facing Voldemort!
Is there any more important moment than this?
Even for a miracle drug like Fulingji, this is a high-end game.

So she nodded in agreement, and at the same time took a step forward and reminded with a concerned look:

"You don't have to pour it all in, just make sure we each have a small sip."

Although fuling agent is a good thing, it can also be harmful if taken in excess.

Not only will it cause dizziness, recklessness and arrogance, it may even make people overconfident and lose their self-protection instinct.

Harry nodded after being reminded by Hermione.

He carefully picked up the bottle and tilted it slowly.

The golden blessing elixir flowed out slowly like a lively stream.

Finally, Harry poured out half of the Felix Felicis potion, mixed it with the potion in the small bottle, and the three of them drank it.

The potion mixed with Felicis was like cold water, seeping into their whole bodies at once.

A cool feeling spread from the throat to every limb, and the body instantly became light, as if it could fly.

Then, the three of them walked towards the savage black flames.

Although the black flames made crackling sounds and kept licking their bodies, they felt nothing.

The next moment, they arrived at the last room.

The furnishings in this house were even simpler than those in the potions room set up by Snape.

There was only one magnificent mirror in the whole house.

It was the Mirror of Erised that Sherlock and Harry had seen during their night tour of Hogwarts.

The final test is this mirror?

Seeing this, Sherlock immediately understood why Old Deng refused to tell him his arrangements.

Unlike Sherlock, Harry and Hermione paid more attention to the person standing in front of the mirror.

Pale face and iconic big scarf.

It was Quirinus Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

The difference was that his eye didn't twitch like it usually did.

Quirrell calmly looked at the three people who broke into the room, and finally his eyes fell on Harry:

"You are here."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other.

Although Sherlock had reminded them more than once, when Quirrell actually stood here, they couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity.

"Hello, Professor Quirrell, we meet again." Sherlock took half a step forward and carefully observed Quirrell who they met again.

"It seems that you have recovered well?"

When Sherlock mentioned this, Quirrell's face immediately turned ugly.

He did not forget that it was this little wizard who stabbed him with a sword that night in the Forbidden Forest.

That sword strike gave him enough time to rest until after Easter!

Being stabbed with a sword by a first-year student was a great humiliation for Quirrell.

He took a deep breath and said, "Holmes... I was just wondering if I would meet you here.

And Potter, after all...it's Snape who always likes to get in my way."

Sherlock remained noncommittal about his statement. "It seems you haven't gotten the Philosopher's Stone yet? I really overestimated you."

"You, you stop stuttering!"

Harry cried out suddenly.

He was surprised to find that Quirrell could speak such a long speech very fluently.

It was completely different from his usual stuttering behavior when he spoke.

Seeing Harry's surprised expression, the annoyance caused by Sherlock's ridicule was suppressed.

"Stutter? Hahahaha!"

Quirrell laughed, and it wasn't his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer.

"Potter, you are far inferior to your friend.

But come to think of it, Snape was like a giant bat flying around everywhere, making himself an eyesore to everyone.

With him there, who would doubt poor, stammering Professor Quirrell?"

At the end of his speech, Quirrell deliberately changed into his usual hesitant tone.

It's full of sarcasm.

"So, you were the one who tried to kill me during the Quidditch match, but it was Professor Snape who saved me? He refereed the second match for me, too?"

Harry stared intently at Quirrell.

He was somewhat surprised to find that he was not at all timid when facing Quirrell.

I don’t know if it was the effect of the Fuling drug.

"Oh, it seems you're not so stupid after all."

Seeing Harry's performance, Quirrell seemed a little surprised. He said coldly:
"He really did want to make sure I didn't hurt you again, but it was the other teachers who thought Snape wanted to stop Gryffindor from winning.

I have to say, he succeeded. With him as the referee, I really can't do anything to you.

And during the first Quidditch match, it was because he was always chanting the antidote beside me..."

At this point, he paused and said: "Potter, I can only say that you are very lucky.

If my clothes hadn't caught fire that day, I would have thrown you off your broomstick, and no amount of anti-curses from Snape would have been of any use."

Having said that, he looked at Hermione again.

Meeting Quirrell's cold gaze, Hermione couldn't help but tremble in her heart.

This professor, who was originally treated as a joke by everyone, now gave her a feeling of extreme danger.

She couldn't help but lean towards Sherlock.

Sherlock frowned and uttered two words: "Idiot."

"What did you say?"

Quirrell turned suddenly.

If the hatred towards Harry comes from the master's mission, then the hatred towards Sherlock comes from Quirrell himself.

Not only was he stabbed by Sherlock, but he had just mocked him in such a contemptuous tone. One can imagine how annoyed Quirrell was.

However, he never expected that this was just the beginning.

"Quirrel, I really doubt whether the Sorting Hat was secretly taking a nap when you entered school."

Sherlock said with disdain.

"What did you say?"

Quirrell's voice suddenly rose.

The entire room was filled with magical energy, and even the temperature seemed to drop by several degrees.

Sherlock seemed to be undeterred and continued:
"What you said just now is right. It's true that no one would doubt you. That's because you are just a clown who claims to be smart.

If the flames hadn't jumped up to your pale neck, you would still be staring at Harry and chanting spells. A wizard who didn't even have the most basic awareness of his surroundings.

I really should suggest that your master throw you into a logic and common sense class so that you can relearn how to observe the world and stop making a fool of yourself and making people laugh at you.

To be honest, even Longbottom's pet toad is smarter than you—at least it always manages to avoid actually getting lost."

"shut up!"

Quirrell was so angry that veins popped out on his forehead.

Sherlock continued as if he hadn't heard.

"Oh, you are really an eye-opener. You have that pale face as white as paper, wrapped in that funny headscarf, and can only stare blankly at the clues in front of you.

Those trembling eyes of yours are probably just showing your fear, and you haven't learned how to read any information from them.

Your stuttering mouth probably won't be able to come up with any useful inference at the critical moment.

He had Voldemort's support and was in Hogwarts, a place where all the magical knowledge was gathered. He had such unique conditions, but he ended up in such a miserable state.

No wonder you have achieved nothing so far and become a poor loser in this competition."

Sherlock went all out, and finally ended with a regretful word:
"You've lowered the IQ of the entire Ravenclaw community."

(End of this chapter)