Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.
Chapter 119 Forget What I Said
Chapter 119 Forget What I Said
“It’s amazing!”
Hagrid surrounded Sherlock, uttering tut-tuts of surprise.
Sherlock's performance has broken his cognition.
Disguise yourself as someone else without using Polyjuice Potion?
This is so un-magical!
Just by adding a wig and a beard, and changing his height and skin color, he would almost be unrecognizable as Sherlock without careful observation.
Sherlock's movements and expressions at this moment were completely different from his usual self, and it was impossible to tell that he was a first-year student at a magic school.
After sighing for a while, Hagrid brought a flower pot to Sherlock and was about to let Sherlock take action when he suddenly seemed to remember something and asked:
"Have you ever used Floo powder before?"
"No."
"Then I'll go first!"
Hagrid immediately retracted his hand when he heard Sherlock's answer.
"Although you're very smart, since you've never used it before, I still need to demonstrate it to you first."
As Hagrid spoke, he picked up a handful of glittering powder from the flowerpot and walked over to the fireplace.
He did not throw the powder directly into the flames, but patiently said to Sherlock:
“Remember, you have to walk into the fire like I did.
First, close your eyes because you will be inhaled by the coal smoke.
Then clamp your arms tightly to prevent yourself from falling out of other furnace doors.
Finally, just pronounce the name of your destination clearly.”
After saying this, Hagrid threw the powder into the flames.
With a whoosh, the flames turned emerald green in an instant and rose as high as Hagrid.
He walked straight into the fire, yelled "Knockturn Alley" at the top of his lungs, and was gone in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this scene, Sherlock couldn't help but smile: "Interesting."
As my understanding of the magical world deepens, there are indeed more and more interesting things.
Sherlock looked around Hagrid's hut, grabbed a pinch of Floo powder, sprinkled it into the fire like Hagrid had done, and then walked in.
He didn't speak immediately.
Because the flames that rose instantly brought up a gust of hot wind.
If you open your mouth at this time, you will easily inhale a mouthful of hot cigarette ash.
It's no big deal if you feel uncomfortable. If you choke and mispronounce a word, you might end up running away.
After all, Hagrid had said that you had to pronounce the name of your destination clearly.
"Knockturn Alley."
After speaking calmly, Sherlock instantly felt himself being sucked into a huge vortex.
The feeling was quite strange, somewhat similar to the black flames that passed through the rooms in Platform Nine and Three Quarters and the Philosopher's Stone series.
But if you experience it carefully, you will find something different.
The body spun at high speed, the whistling sound was deafening, and the arms kept colliding with hard objects.
He kept his eyes open, so he could see the swirling green flames and the rapid flash of a series of furnace doors, and even see through the fireplace into the room outside.
Half a minute later, the spinning sensation stopped.
When Sherlock felt that he was about to fall face down on the ground, he steadied his balance in advance and finally stood firmly on the cold stone ground.
Without a doubt, the end point is still a stone fireplace.
"Hey, Sherlock!"
Hagrid, who had been waiting in advance, stretched out his hand and pulled Sherlock out.
"You don't act like a wizard using Floo powder for the first time!"
' said Hagrid gruffly, brushing Sherlock off with such force that he nearly shoved him back into the fireplace.
Sherlock calmly stepped aside and asked, "What should a wizard look like when using Floo powder for the first time?"
Hearing Sherlock's question, Hagrid was stunned for a moment, then grinned sheepishly:
"I think he would be dizzy, with bruises and covered in coal dust, hahahaha!"
Sherlock sighed and looked around.
He found it to be a large but dimly lit wizard's shop.
It was different from what he had seen in the shops in Diagon Alley.
The atmosphere here is obviously a little weird.
A glass case contains a withered human hand, a stack of bloodstained cards, and a motionless glass eyeball.
There were several hideous masks hanging on the wall. Their expressions were extremely realistic, and they were all looking down.
There were various skulls on the counter. With Sherlock's common sense, he could tell at a glance that these bones came from the human body.
This inevitably aroused his great interest in this place.
It seems that Knockturn Alley is more suitable for him than Diagon Alley.
"This is Borgin and Burke's, an antique shop in Knockturn Alley."
Seeing Sherlock's gaze, Hagrid spontaneously explained, "People can buy a lot of things here, like the slug repellent I want.
There are also black magic items such as poison candles, giant spiders, dead people's nails, and shrunken human heads..."
When he said this, Hagrid's face suddenly showed a look of horror.
"I shouldn't have told you this!"
He blurts out, "Forget what I said! Shylock, forget it!"
"Calm down, Hagrid."
Sherlock patted Hagrid's knee and said helplessly, "Even if you don't say it, I can see it myself."
Only then did Hagrid realize that this was indeed the case.
"Ah, Mr. Hagrid, long time no see!"
Just then, a man appeared behind the counter.
Besides his hunchback, his most striking feature was his greasy hair, which reminded Sherlock of Professor Snape. As for his appearance... well, that's fine.
"Hey, Mr. Borgin!"
Hagrid slapped the other man on the shoulder, making his already short body even shorter by three inches.
Mr. Borgin shuddered, and it was clear from his expression that he was a little angry but unable to speak.
However, once Mr. Borgin started talking, he immediately gave people a sense of glibness, just like his hair.
"Welcome, Mr. Hagrid, it's so nice to see you again - how can I help you?"
"I need some slug repellent."
' Hagrid said in a high voice, withdrawing his big hand, which made Mr. Borgin feel relieved.
"No problem! It's just a few slugs—I must show you the powerful medicine we just got in today, at a very reasonable price..."
Then he started bargaining with Hagrid.
Although Hagrid is very wealthy, he is very skilled at bargaining.
Even though Mr. Borgin was an obvious profiteer, he still couldn't gain much advantage from Hagrid, which made him a little frustrated.
When Hagrid was satisfied with the insect repellent, Mr. Borgin asked again, "Mr. Hagrid, do you need anything else?"
"I think……"
Hagrid opened his mouth and was about to tell the other party that he was here to investigate a case, but Sherlock's voice rang out in time:
"what is this?"
Hagrid quickly covered his mouth with his hand.
That was a close call. I almost let it slip.
Really, why can't I control my mouth!
If it wasn't the wrong occasion, he would have even wanted to slap himself hard.
Fortunately, Mr. Borgin didn't notice any of this.
He saw Sherlock pointing at the withered human hand on the cushion in the glass box, and immediately exclaimed, leaving Hagrid and coming to Sherlock.
"You have a good eye, sir!
This is the hand of glory, which, when a candle is placed on it, makes the light visible only to the one who holds it—the best friend of thieves and robbers."
Sherlock looked thoughtful. "Hand of Glory, and a thief and robber's best friend?"
"That's right! It's quite interesting, isn't it? You're so lucky to have come across such a rare item right after arriving!"
Mr. Borgin looked Sherlock over again.
Looking at his young and unfamiliar face, I tentatively asked, "Actually, I've been wanting to ask this since a while ago. I wonder who this gentleman is?"
"Sigerson, Hagrid's friend."
Sherlock looked at Mr. Borgin with a half-smile. "Why, do I need to register my name to shop at Borgin and Burke's?"
"Ah... Of course not. I just thought Mr. Sigerson looked unfamiliar, so I asked."
Mr. Borgin said quickly, fearing he would lose the deal.
"Hagrid, it seems the place you recommended isn't that great!"
Sherlock turned to look at Hagrid and said to him in a disappointed tone, "You told me before that at Borgin and Burke's, there's nothing they wouldn't sell, except what people wouldn't think of."
"what?"
Hagrid looked at Sherlock in confusion.
When did I say this? How come I don’t even know it?
But when Mr. Borgin heard this, he immediately puffed out his chest proudly: "Mr. Hagrid is absolutely right. There is nothing we dare not sell here, except what people can't think of!"
"Humph, but now it seems that it is just a false reputation, just a mere hand of glory. It even wants to find out the buyer's name. How disappointing!"
"what!"
"Hagrid, it looks like you're going to lose to me this time!
Come to think of it, you shouldn't have bet with me!
This time you're going to lose five Galleons to me!"
"what?!"
Hagrid continued to look confused.
When did I make a bet with you? How come I didn’t even know it?
Mr. Borgin, who was originally regretting the loss of a business deal, was immediately attracted by the huge bet of "five gold galleons" when he heard this.
"Well, dear Mr. Sigurdsson, if I may ask, what was the bet you made with Mr. Hagrid?"
"Heh, Hagrid told me that the bosses in Knockturn Alley are all very knowledgeable and can tell where they came from just by looking at some spots of light - how is that possible?"
As Sherlock spoke, he casually threw the summer Ophiuchus star map, which had been re-calibrated and drawn by Hermione, onto the counter.
As soon as he threw it on the counter, Sherlock seemed to regret and wanted to take it back.
"Hey, what a person I am, why should I show you this!"
However, someone was faster than him.
Mr. Borgin pressed down on the star chart. "Wait, wait a moment!"
He looked greedily and licked his lips with his tongue. "Mr. Sigurdsson, you just said... if anyone can recognize where it came from, you will lose five gold galleons to Mr. Hagrid?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
Sherlock said unconvincedly, "But this has nothing to do with you—Hagrid, let's go!"
"I can recognize it."
"What did you say?"
Sherlock stopped withdrawing the star chart and looked up at Mr. Borgin.
That perfect touch of surprise made Mr. Borgin so excited that he almost cried out.
"I recognize it," he said, trying to suppress his excitement, staring at Sherlock. "I know where it comes from."
(End of this chapter)
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