Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 113 Heroes Don't Exist
Facing Dumbledore's fatherly gaze, Severus Snape retorted without hesitation:

"I think you've forgotten one reason—that you always believe you can control the situation."

As soon as Snape said this, Sherlock laughed.

It has to be said that among all the professors at Hogwarts, this most unpopular old bat is the one that suits his taste the most.

Dumbledore is too clever, McGonagall is too strict, Flitwick is too clever, and Sprout is too simple.

Only Snape can take a rigorous and serious attitude towards both magic and science and do his job well.

He has his own behavioral logic, acts on his own, and never cares about other people's evaluation of him.

This can also be seen from the mechanism he set up:
Instead of asking the young wizard to mix the potion, a simpler and more brutal method was arranged.

Of course a fool can't do it, because this thing is just like mathematics, if you don't know how to do it, you just can't do it.

Ordinary people would definitely scratch their heads and spend some effort.

If Snape was right next to him, he would definitely watch coldly and offer a sarcastic remark:
"Although I didn't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of that simmering cauldron, with white smoke rising and wafting out bursts of fragrant aroma, you're still the kind of idiot I often encounter."

Only someone with a smart little brain like Hermione could make a judgment in a very short time.

As for Sherlock...

When he saw the first sentence on the parchment, "Danger is in front of us, safety is behind us, there are two of us who can help you", he realized what Snape was trying to do.

After reading the entire content, I was able to directly determine the answer and also infer other things at the same time.

It's as simple as child's play.

At this moment, Snape suddenly turned his head and looked at Sherlock, his fierce eyes seemed to have substance:

"Holmes, what are you laughing at?"

"I remember happy things."

"whats the matter?"

"Voldemort has fled."

Snape: (Benefit)
"Severus, we should consider the follow-up matters next."

Dumbledore spoke at the perfect moment, interrupting Snape who was gathering his strength.

It also made him lose an opportunity to deduct points.

Dumbledore looked at Sherlock and said, "Mr. Sherlock, I hope you can do me a favor."

"Continue training Harry Potter? I would do the same without you telling me."

Sherlock was not surprised at all. "Not because he is the savior of the wizarding world, but because he is my friend."

"Oh, what a touching and great friendship."

Snape seemed unable to change his habit of liking sarcasm, even though there was a glimmer of approval in his eyes when Sherlock said this.

"More than that, given your outstanding abilities, I hope you can provide some assistance when we need it."

When Dumbledore said this, McGonagall and Snape looked at him in surprise.

Is this a formal recognition of Sherlock's abilities?

At this point, Sherlock's ability was beyond doubt, but asking a first-year wizard to do this was a bit too much...

However, Sherlock's next words surprised the two even more.

"If I come across an interesting enough case, I'll get involved even without you telling me—as long as it provides me with sufficient convenience."

"Of course, no problem. I can even pay you some compensation in my personal name."

"No, as long as I can have fun doing it, that's the best reward."

Dumbledore laughed heartily upon hearing this: "You are more of a hero than I thought, Sherlock."

"Please don't make heroes of others, Mr. Dumbledore."

Sherlock stared at Dumbledore with his bright grey eyes, and said word by word: "Heroes don't exist, and even if they do, I am not one of them."

As soon as these words were spoken, McGonagall and Snape looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Dumbledore discovered a problem.

Every time he negotiated with Sherlock for a long time, he would always think of that old friend.

This time is no exception.

The previous thought came to his mind again.

"Gail, there's a genius here who can surpass you..."

But overall, Harry is lucky to have a friend like Sherlock.

"One more thing."

Before ending today's topic, Dumbledore reminded him, "Harry must return to Privet Drive every summer vacation and stay for at least a month.

That ancient spell requires the power of blood relatives to maintain it, and Mrs. Dursley happens to be Harry's only relative in this world."

Sherlock glanced at Snape.

"Holmes, take away your rude gaze!"

Even though Sherlock didn't say anything, Snape felt offended for no reason.

Sherlock looked away and let out a soft "tsk".

To be honest, if he hadn't been busy building a completely new worldview at the beginning of the school year, he would have been able to figure out everything about Snape's youth in just a week.

After all, he was the one who could express his gratitude using the language of flowers in the first Potions class.

Even without deliberately analyzing it, I deduced the whole process after following Harry to Privet Drive on Christmas.

Of course, Harry's aunt tried her best to hide it, but it was useless in front of Sherlock.

This matter finally passed like this.

At Professor McGonagall's request, Dumbledore was forbidden from eating sweets for a month.

For someone like him, this punishment is already very severe.

It is worth mentioning that Sherlock once said something to Dumbledore on the night of the confrontation with Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest.

If the wizarding world still needs first-year students to protect the Philosopher's Stone, it might as well be destroyed directly.

Sherlock had originally been mocking her, but he hadn't expected his words to come true. Harry, who had been unconscious for a whole day, woke up and found himself in the hospital.

There were a lot of candies on the table next to me.

"This is a gift from your friends and admirers."

Dumbledore's smiling face appeared in the sight of Harry, who was looking surprised.

"It's only the first day. I think in two days, this place will be piled up into a small mountain."

Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after Dumbledore, who had come to visit him, confirmed that Sherlock and Hermione were safe.

I'm glad you're okay. I actually fainted at that time. It was so embarrassing!

But when he learned that the Philosopher's Stone was destroyed, he was completely dumbfounded.

"why?"

After he asked the question, he immediately felt that his tone was a bit stiff, and quickly changed his words:

"I mean... sir, you spent so much effort to protect the Philosopher's Stone from being taken away by Voldemort, why did you destroy it?"

"Harry, I'm glad you can call him Voldemort and not You-Know-Who or something."

When facing Harry, Dumbledore finally regained the demeanor of an elder that he had lost when facing Sherlock.

“Always use the correct name for things. Fear of a thing’s name will only intensify fear of the thing itself.”

Harry nodded. "Fear comes from the unknown. The best way to eliminate fear is to face it."

Dumbledore was even happier: "You are right!"

"Sherlock told me this."

Harry said proudly.

"..."

Well, it seems that even if I am not here, I can still make an impact.

"I've talked to Nico, and we both agree that this is the best approach. You know Nico, right?"

"I know Mr. Nicolas Flamel is a good friend of yours," Harry said quickly, "but in this case, wouldn't he and his wife be..."

"They have a stock of elixirs, enough to put things in order."

"But after using up these medicines, they will still die..."

"Yeah, they're going to die..."

Dumbledore said with some emotion, "I know this seems incredible to a young person like you.

But for Nicol and Perenelle, death was actually like finally going to bed after a long day.

By the way, your good friend Sherlock has also given such advice."

"Did Sherlock say that too?"

Harry couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Yes, although his intention was to make fun of me, his suggestion did inspire me.

When I told this to Nick, he agreed with it.

To the fully sane, death is just another great adventure."

"What about Quirrell... Voldemort... how are they doing?"

"I have to say, you are well protected by your friends."

Dumbledore hummed a little tune happily, looked at Harry with a smile and said:

"Neither Quirrell nor Voldemort could hurt you.

I can say that your performance this time far exceeded my expectations.

They were down before I could even make a move."

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in his heart.

Although Sherlock has a weird personality, he sometimes gives people the feeling of being rude, arrogant, arrogant, self-righteous, etc.

But once you can tolerate these shortcomings, he will be the most reliable partner in the world.

This time, the Philosopher's Stone incident made Harry believe that his meeting with Sherlock was destined.

The feeling of "as long as I follow Sherlock, I'm not afraid of anything" becomes stronger and stronger.

He took a deep breath and asked again, "Sir, how did I get the Philosopher's Stone out of the magic mirror?"

"Ah, I'm so glad you finally asked me that!"

As Dumbledore himself said, he had a great laugh.

"This is one of my tricks up my sleeve, and it involves a tacit understanding between you and me, which is quite remarkable.

Only he who wishes to find the Philosopher's Stone, but does not use it, can actually obtain it."

Harry thought about it for a moment before he understood what Dumbledore meant.

"Okay, that's enough questions. If you want to know the details of what happened, you might as well go find Miss Granger. I'm sure she'll be happy to share it with you."

Even though Dumbledore had said he had asked enough questions, Harry couldn't help asking:

"Why Hermione and not Sherlock?"

"That's a question you need to think about on your own. I suggest you just enjoy these candies."

Dumbledore stood up and picked up a box of Beebe's Every-Flavour Beans from the table.

"Ah! Bibi Every Flavour Beans!

I was so unlucky when I was young. I accidentally ate a bean that tasted very bad.

Since then, I haven't been much of a fan of beans.

But I think it's always safe to choose a toffee flavored one, don't you think?"

Before Harry could react, a familiar voice rang out:
"I still suggest you change one."

(End of this chapter)