Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 114 Hermione, you do have a talent for observation
The air around the Hogwarts Hospital was filled with a faint herbal fragrance.

Head nurse Poppy Pomfrey hurriedly led Sherlock, Hermione and Ron to Harry.

She greeted Headmaster Dumbledore first, then frowned and said to Sherlock, who was in the lead, "Only five minutes."

"Of course, ma'am."

Sherlock bowed slightly and spoke politely.

"But I suggest you look for your bandage. I think you may have left it somewhere."

Hearing Sherlock's words, Madam Pomfrey looked down subconsciously, her eyes widened instantly, and then she exclaimed:
"Oh, Merlin's beard!"

Her hands frantically searched her body, then she turned and left.

Because her movements were so fast, the hem of her skirt created a breeze.

Dumbledore no longer found it surprising that Sherlock could tell that Madam Pomfrey had lost her bandage.

At this moment, his surprise came more from Sherlock's attitude towards Madam Pomfrey.

He stroked his long beard and said, "Sherlock, I never knew you were so polite."

"I was polite to you, sir, until you made Harry confront Voldemort."

Sherlock raised his chin slightly, looked directly at Dumbledore with a calm expression, and spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched slightly, and his expression froze for a moment.

I always feel like I'm asking for trouble.

So he decisively decided to change the subject.

His eyes fell on the candy box on the table again. Dumbledore picked up a toffee-flavored Bibibi Multi-Flavor Bean and said:
"You just said... you don't recommend me to eat this toffee-flavored Bibibi Every Flavour Bean?"

“It’s just a personal feeling.”

Sherlock folded his arms over his chest and replied calmly.

"Ok."

In matters like this, Dumbledore's main approach is to listen to advice.

He put down the golden-brown bean without hesitation, took out a gray bean from the box and put it into his mouth.

Soon, his frown relaxed and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face:
"Ha, it's pepper!"

When Sherlock and the other two arrived, Dumbledore did not stay any longer. He ate the multi-flavored bean and left.

After Dumbledore left, Harry, Hermione and Ron all looked at Sherlock with surprise and admiration.

"Sherlock, you are so brave!"

After making sure Dumbledore had left, Ron blurted out, his face full of shock and admiration.

"That's Dumbledore! The most powerful man in the wizarding world. How dare you speak to him in that tone?"

Sherlock had no intention of explaining.

However, when he noticed that although Harry and Hermione didn't say anything, their eyes showed their agreement with Ron's statement, he suddenly felt the need to explain.

We can't let our friends narrow the path.

“The truth is often hidden behind thick fog, and authority is like an unshakable giant, standing tall above the common knowledge.

When reason rings the alarm bell in your heart, don't remain silent because of fear of authority.

Only in this way can we pierce through falsehood and defend the truth, rather than missing the opportunity to see the light through blind worship."

He paused and said word by word:

"My friend, never lose the courage to oppose authority."

After hearing Sherlock's words, Harry and Hermione lowered their heads in thought.

"That's true, but it's meaningless."

Ron spread his hands and smiled helplessly, "Anyway, only you can do this kind of thing."

Obviously, he tanked again.

After saying this, Ron turned his attention to Harry, his eyes gleaming with curiosity:
"You know, the whole school is talking about it now, so what exactly happened?"

This is what he wants to figure out most now.

Harry looked towards Sherlock and Hermione.

Because he didn't know what happened after Quirrell broke free from his hands.

Dumbledore had just asked him to ask Hermione.

Thinking of this, I simply asked, "How did you become?"

"I, I returned safely."

Ron looked proud, his chest puffed out and a smug smile on his face.

"As soon as I woke up, I found Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape... rushing over together.

You know, the look in Professor Snape's eyes at that time was even scarier than when he was deducting points.

All he said was 'Potter's gone, isn't he?'

Then he rushed to the next room.

I wanted to go too, but Professor McGonagall forcibly sent me out of the room.

She herself went after Professor Snape with her group of moving chess pieces."

Ron said with some regret, and then he changed the subject:
"Okay, stop worrying about me and tell me what happened after you passed the chessboard formation.

Now everyone is saying all sorts of things, but these two guys refuse to say anything..."

Having said that, Ron looked at Sherlock and Hermione with some resentment.

It's clearly an adventure for four people, but I don't deserve a name.

Harry couldn't help but smile at this and told her everything.

Generally speaking, the heroic adventures people imagine are often more thrilling than the real ones.

Because these contents will unconsciously be artistically processed by the narrator.

However, this time the incident with the Philosopher's Stone is exactly the opposite. The true story is even stranger than imagined.

Not only Ron, who had not experienced all this, but also Sherlock and Hermione, who had experienced it firsthand, listened patiently.

Whenever they talked about thrilling scenes, Ron would get nervous and unconsciously hold on to the railings beside the bed with both hands.

Especially when Harry talked about the face under Quirrell's turban, Ron screamed, his body suddenly shrank back, and he almost fell off the chair.

"and then?"

Ron asked quickly, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness and curiosity.

"What happened to Quirrell? What happened to the Philosopher's Stone? What happened to You-Know-Who?"

"Then I passed out."

Harry said apologetically, a hint of annoyance on his face, "When I woke up again, I was already here."

He said as he looked towards Sherlock and Hermione again.

"Hermione, tell me what happened next."

Sherlock suddenly spoke up.

"I?"

Hermione was stunned and pointed at herself with a look of surprise on her face.

Seeing Sherlock nod, and looking at Harry and Ron's expectant eyes, she sighed.

"Okay, I'll tell you what I say."

When Hermione finished telling the whole story from her own perspective, Sherlock said approvingly:

"Hermione, you do have a gift for observation. Your description is very helpful to me and allows me to think about this incident from another perspective."

Hermione: "...So I should be proud of this?"

"of course!"

Ron smiled and said, "This is the affirmation from Detective Sherlock. I think you can be Sherlock's assistant and help him solve cases."

Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up.

But before she could say anything, Sherlock said, "We have to leave."

Before anyone else could react to what was happening, Madam Pomfrey strode in.

She had a serious look on her face: "You've been here for nearly fifteen minutes, get out now."

There was unquestionable determination in his voice.

Apparently, she had found the medical bandages she had left behind—they were now draped over her arms.

After leaving the hospital, Ron shook his head and said, "What a pity! Madam Pomfrey said Harry needs to stay in the hospital for a few more days."

"He has suffered mental trauma and deserves a few more days of rest."

"But then he'll miss the last Quidditch match!"

Ron waved his hands excitedly, "Without Harry as Seeker, we're definitely no match for Ravenclaw!"

Sherlock frowned slightly when he heard this.

It has to be said that the sport of Quidditch relies too heavily on the seeker.

The improvement a good Seeker can make to a team's strength is simply outrageous.

As Ron said, if Gryffindor didn't have Harry as their Seeker, they would never be a match for Ravenclaw in the final match of this year's House Cup.

The duck that was about to be cooked flew away.

But Sherlock's brows immediately relaxed.

Compared to Harry's body, he wouldn't care about one trophy, even if it was eight or ten.

As for how to play the last game, let the captain Wood worry about it.

Hermione didn't really care about it either.

She looked at Sherlock and was about to say something when a rough voice rang out:

"Hey! You three!"

The three of them looked back and Hagrid's tall figure suddenly came into view.

"Hey, Hagrid, what are you doing here?"

Ron stepped forward and greeted him with a smile.

But Hagrid never expected that he would burst into tears as soon as he saw the three of them:
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

He buried his face in his hands and cried, "I was the one who told that villain how to subdue Mao Mao!
I told him! He knew everything except this, and I told him anyway!

Hermione and Ron watched in shock as Hagrid trembled with sorrow and regret, large tears wetting his beard.

Only Sherlock remained calm.

He looked Hagrid up and down. "You just went to the hospital, didn't see Harry, and were kicked out by Madam Pomfrey."

"You're right, that's exactly it!"

Hagrid's voice became louder, and tears began to fall like beads from a broken string:

"You guys almost died! All for a dragon egg!
I'm never drinking again! I should be kicked out and live as a Muggle forever!"

For Hagrid, this was the worst punishment he could imagine.

His huge size was already eye-catching, and now his loud crying attracted the attention of people nearby.

"Hey, Hagrid, come on!"

"Look, aren't we all doing well?"

"Harry is fine, he just needs to rest for a few more days..."

Ron and Hermione tried to coax and persuade Hagrid, but they still couldn't stop him from crying.

Until Sherlock spoke:
"Hagrid, you don't want Harry to be confined to the hospital forever, do you?"

(End of this chapter)