Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 111 The Lioness Protecting Her Cubs

Being humiliated again and again by a first-year student in this way, Voldemort's anger was about to break through the sky.

He once thought that the Death Eater under his command, Severus Snape, was very vicious.

But now he found that this first-year student was even worse than him.

"You, you... vile, filthy mudblood..."

"Even when cursing, he only uses words that seem vicious but are actually pale and powerless."

Sherlock interrupted him directly, saying with a look of contempt, "No wonder you've ended up clinging to the back of a moron as big as you. I guess your parents didn't educate you well since you were a child, did they?"

"Asshole! Shut up! How dare you...how dare you!"

Voldemort roared hysterically.

Sherlock was stunned when he saw Voldemort's impotent and furious look.

With his keen observation skills, he naturally saw that Voldemort's defense was broken.

I just said it casually, how can it be true?
Combining the knowledge he already had and Voldemort's behavior at this moment, he quickly formed a new inference in his mind:
"Oh, I see...

No wonder Quirrell wrote Revenge in German. I originally thought it was just his own poor imitation, but now it seems that he was instructed by you.

Looking at your appearance, I can tell that you lacked maternal love since childhood. It is very likely that your mother abandoned you in an orphanage as soon as you were born, right?

It's so boring. I hate my parents, I hate society, I hate everything around me...

I suppose you've never considered that you were the only one who was wrong all along?"

"what--"

Voldemort let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Sherlock's eardrums were buzzing.

He frowned and swung his sword without saying a word.

Unfortunately, the sword passed directly through the black smoke and did not cause any harm to Voldemort.

Sherlock wasn't surprised.

After all, Voldemort has now escaped from Quirrell's body, and is still in this incorporeal form. Physical weapons such as longswords are difficult to deal with him.

but it does not matter.

Not only can he box and fence, he is also a wizard.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

An explosive curse was thrown over, the black smoke shook violently, and Voldemort's screams stopped.

Sherlock clearly felt that the other party's breath was beginning to weaken.

effective!
Sherlock perked up and raised his wand again.

"You...are very good...I will remember you..."

At this time, Voldemort also recovered from Sherlock's verbal attack.

Strangely enough, although it was clearly an illusory form of black smoke, its gaze seemed to have substance, as if it could penetrate Sherlock.

"Shut up, you ugly freak with no nose and a crooked mouth who can only rage helplessly."

Sherlock naturally ignored him and cast another spell.

This time, Voldemort did not let Sherlock do what he wanted. Instead, he recited an obscure spell at an extremely fast speed.

The result was that Sherlock's spell failed, and Voldemort turned into black smoke again and passed through the door burning with black flames at a rapid speed.

Escape.

The black flames that had trapped several people failed to cause any harm to it.

Only the unwilling voice still echoed in the room:

"Remember... one day... you will pay... the price... for this... it won't... be... too... long..."

Sherlock did not stop it, nor did he have the ability to stop it.

He looked at Voldemort's back as he left, silent for a long time.

After a moment, he suddenly chuckled, "Oh, that's not good... Generally speaking, if a villain says this kind of line, he'll probably make another appearance sooner or later."

"Sherlock!"

At this moment, Hermione hopped to Sherlock's side like a rabbit, looking at him with resentment.

You just can't see me, right?
Sherlock ignored Hermione's look and waved his wand, removing the leg-locking curse from her.

The latter quickly rubbed his legs.

Today, my legs were first entangled in the devil's net, and then I ran back and forth on the giant chessboard when playing the castle. I just got hit by the leg-locking curse I cast. I suffered a lot.

She was about to speak when Sherlock spoke first: "Principal Dumbledore, when do you plan to come out again?"

Hermione was immediately taken aback.

What? Dumbledore is there too?
As Sherlock finished speaking, the air around him rippled like water waves.

The iconic half-moon glasses and silver-white beard are none other than Dumbledore.

Dumbledore suddenly appeared and looked a little surprised: "How did you know I was here?"

"I don't think you'd actually go to the Ministry knowing that Quirrell was looking for the Philosopher's Stone—otherwise I'd really wonder if you were planning on having Harry thank you in his grave."

Sherlock spoke calmly, but his words were not polite at all, "That ancient spell did work on Voldemort. Are you satisfied now?"

Noticing Sherlock's unkind tone, Hermione tugged at his sleeve.

After all, he is the principal, so you should be polite to him - even if it's just superficial.

"I thought you were going to ask me why I didn't stop Voldemort from leaving." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"No need, I already know the answer to this question."

Dumbledore looked at Sherlock and asked with interest, "Oh, why not tell me about it?"

Sherlock frowned, but explained:
"You said that a dark wizard like Voldemort might be resurrected even after his death.

Rather than letting him be resurrected in an unknown place, it is better to let him continue in his current weak state."

"Sherlock, sometimes I really wonder if you secretly used Legilimency on me."

Dumbledore sighed first, then took the initiative to explain, "The prophecy says that only Harry can kill Voldemort."

"So you believe in that prophecy?"

Sherlock stared at Dumbledore with a piercing gaze. "How can you know if you don't try? I think you should be well aware that only practice can test everything."

"Dear Sherlock, but this is the magical world. The real prophecy is worthy of me..."

Dumbledore was about to say something else when he suddenly looked towards the door.

But as the black flames dissipated, a man in a black robe and a woman in a green robe walked in quickly, one after the other.

McGonagall and Snape.

"Mr. Holmes, I received your owl.

Miss Granger, I told you I'd give you detention if you got involved in this again...

Oh my God...what on earth is going on?"

McGonagall, who was asking questions, saw Harry and Quirrell lying on the ground and couldn't help but exclaimed.

Snape's face remained sullen and he said nothing, but when he saw Harry lying unconscious on the ground, his eyes instantly grew darker.

Sherlock saw everything the two did.

Then I thought I should find something for Dumbledore to do.

"The story is simple: Voldemort has been possessing Quirrell's mind. He drank unicorn blood in the Forbidden Forest to prolong his life, and then instructed Quirrell to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

Sherlock summarized his remarks succinctly, then added lightly, "I had suggested that Mr. Dumbledore take direct action, but he hoped that Harry would personally stop Quirrell... and Voldemort."

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, Snape and McGonagall's expressions changed immediately.

"Dumbledore..."

Snape almost squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

It was obvious that he was going to lash out at Dumbledore the next moment.

It is conceivable that the words coming out of Snape's mouth would never be pleasant.

It's just that this time someone exploded earlier than him.

"Albus!"

Compared with Snape, although McGonagall was calling Dumbledore by his name, at this moment she was like a lioness protecting her cubs, and her momentum crushed Snape in an instant.

"What did you tell me? You said it was impossible for anyone to get into Hogwarts!

But now not only did you let him into the school, you even let Harry face him!

Harry is a first-year wizard, how dare you! "

Dumbledore seemed very calm when facing Sherlock and even Snape.

However, facing the angry Mag, he seemed a little at a loss.

Even though it was only a moment, Sherlock still captured it keenly.

interesting.

Facing the unhappy McGonagall, Dumbledore immediately changed the subject:
"Minerva, Severus, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is in a very bad condition. Please send him to the infirmary first."

Noticing that Snape seemed about to speak, Dumbledore added:
"Harry is fine, he's fine, but by the way, please take him and Miss Granger to the infirmary, they both need to rest now.

Once this is done, I'll invite you to my office, Sherlock, please follow me first."

After saying this, he waved his hand and a red stone floated up from Harry's body and flew into his hand.

Dumbledore flipped his palm and the Philosopher's Stone disappeared.

McGonagall snorted coldly and said nothing more, obviously giving Dumbledore face.

Hearing that Harry was safe and sound, Snape said no more.

Having been clearly arranged by the boss, Hermione looked at Sherlock eagerly.

She desperately used her eyes to convey information to the latter, hoping that he would say "Hermione is fine, she is coming with me too."

Unfortunately, Sherlock still did not try to keep her until she left under Professor McGonagall's stern gaze.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Gryffindor was not deducted points this time.

When Sherlock and Dumbledore were the only ones left in the room, Sherlock said, "Send them away. What else do you want to tell me?"

Dumbledore gave a wry smile, "Sherlock, was it really that obvious?"

"Stop saying things like this that lower the IQ of the entire school."

Sherlock's tone was a little rude, and he said impatiently, "You've tempted me enough. It's starting to get boring."

"All right……"

Dumbledore was not angry. He looked at the Mirror of Erised that Voldemort had just thrown in front of Harry, and a deep nostalgia appeared in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)