Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 122 Professor, You Taught Me Before

Compared with the previous three talks, the last one was particularly dramatic.

Smith asked Baskerville to directly threaten the imprisoned Musgrave, saying that if the other party still refused to sign the agreement this time, he would be killed immediately.

Unfortunately, Mr. Musgrave remained unyielding.

No matter how much he tortured her, it was useless.

I'm really not afraid of death.

Smith had to put him aside for the time being and turned to blame Baskerville.

As Sherlock said, Smith eventually discovered that Baskerville was trying to gather information from Greece and seek Hagrid's help.

That's why Smith had made preparations early when he went to see Baskerville today.

When faced with a tool like the Greek translator, Smith had no scruples at all.

Perhaps he had decided to leave after completing this task, so he did not use magic, but instead used the most primitive method to beat Baskerville up.

Baskerville was beaten unconscious and remained unconscious until he was found by Sherlock and Hagrid.

Sherlock couldn't help but frown when he heard this:

"It's consistent with what I inferred. The noise of Hagrid breaking in alerted him, so he simply ran away with the poor Athenian."

After saying this, he looked at the people who had just been confronting Hagrid, "You guys never knew about this?"

This was also the reason why he allowed these people to sit in when he was questioning Baskerville just now.

Because some clues still need to be verified from them.

Unfortunately, after he asked this question, everyone in the room remained silent.

Although the Parthenon Black Market is not large in scale, it is still a rather hidden place in Knockturn Alley.

Just think about it, even a Knockturn Alley regular like Hagrid had to rely on Borgin and Burke's guidance to find it.

But it was just such a place that was infiltrated right under someone's nose.

In the end, they were only able to discover it because people from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry came to their door.

Shame!

Shame on you!
The black market wizards looked at each other in confusion. After an awkward silence, a wizard with long red hair spoke up:

"Come to think of it, I do have an impression of that person. It was over a month ago..."

"shut up!"

However, he was stopped by someone just as he opened his mouth.

The man who stopped him had a face full of flesh and looked like he was not a good person.

He was also one of the leaders among those who had just confronted Hagrid.

He looked at Sherlock and said with a forced smile:
"Sir, this is our own business, so please don't bother Hogwarts to interfere.

Of course, out of respect for Professor Dumbledore, I can ensure your safe departure."

Hailawen is now in a difficult situation.

Although he didn't know who Sherlock was, he didn't want to offend Hagrid, who represented Hogwarts.

Besides, the professors from Hogwarts will be here soon.

But the problem is that he is not the only one who has the final say on the Parthenon black market.

Just now, Sherlock and Hagrid led people straight to the warehouse, which was already an embarrassment to him.

Hagrid was adamant and refused to let them enter the room behind the secret door.

If you don't want to go in, then don't go in. It will be the same if you wait until they leave.

But now there was this whole matter of John Smith and the Baskervilles.

If he allowed his own people to easily reveal the news about John Smith and allowed Sherlock and Hagrid to do whatever they wanted, then his prestige among the managers of the black market would further decline.

In this case, things become difficult to resolve.

According to the glorious tradition of the Vikings, once they showed their weakness, they would definitely be ganged up on by others and eaten up without leaving a bone.

Since his own interests were involved, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to save face.

In his opinion, this was already a compromise.

If anyone else dares to do this, and doesn't squeeze every last bit of money out of them, he would be unworthy of being a Viking!
However, he never expected that even this level of offense would still cause Hagrid to feel strongly dissatisfied.

Hearing Helavin say this, Hagrid glared at him.

So brave!

I, Rubeus Hagrid, am here. If Sherlock can't get the information he wants to know, then all my coming here would be in vain.
Just when he was about to teach this guy a lesson, someone else took action faster than him.

"I advise you to tell me everything you know!"

As a shrill voice spoke, another crackling sound was heard, and then a figure appeared in front of everyone.

The figure that suddenly appeared was so small that everyone present had to lower their heads to see him, except Baskerville who was already lying on the ground.

Sherlock was also a little surprised.

He had originally thought that the person coming here would be McGonagall or Sprout.

As the Headmaster of Gryffindor and Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts, it was only natural for the former to come and clean up the mess he had caused.

The latter was because he had shown great interest in the case when he asked her for relevant clues yesterday.

But he hadn't expected that the person who would end up here would be Filius Flitwick.

"As soon as I heard you were investigating the case, I volunteered to come over."

Flitwick looked for a moment before finding Sherlock behind Hagrid, and then gave him a smile.

Professor Flitwick was obviously very satisfied with Sherlock's ability to disguise himself to this extent without using Polyjuice Potion. "Last time, I wanted to see how you would do it - you won't refuse to welcome me, will you?"

"of course not."

Although Professor Flitwick's arrival was somewhat unexpected to Sherlock, to him, it didn't make much difference who came.

After greeting Sherlock, Flitwick turned back to the person who had just spoken, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp.

"You just said... this is your own business and Hogwarts doesn't need to interfere?"

Helavin did not recognize Flitwick.

Even so, he realized that the other party was not easy to deal with.

He seems to be a big guy who cannot be offended!

However, facing the gloating eyes of several partners behind him, he decided to make a harsh remark before admitting his mistake:
"You... are right, but... ouch!"

Without any warning, before he could finish the second half of his sentence to make amends, he fell head over heels.

Professor Flitwick waved his wand gently and said casually, "I don't like what you say. Tell me someone else."

When Hailaven found that he couldn't even see how the opponent attacked, he simply lay on the ground and started to play badly.

Tired, just destroy it, whatever.

It's a pity that he realized it, but others didn't.

Seeing Helavin fall to the ground, Hreidmar, another black market manager who had always been at odds with him, immediately felt that the opportunity had come.

He glanced at Professor Flitwick, who was about the same size as him, and while secretly raising his guard, he took a step forward.
"That's outrageous! Even if you're a professor at Hogwarts, you can't... Ouch!"

Even though he had prepared himself before speaking, it was still useless against Flitwick, the expert in Charms.

As Professor Flitwick waved his wand, he immediately fell to the ground like Heliven.

"Next!"

Flitwick looked at the others.

A female wizard walked out from the crowd.

"This is Knockturn Alley. Do you really think we're scared of you? Ouch!"

"Change again!"

"I……"

"Change!"

This person fell to the ground before he could even finish his words.

This was because the first few people were only concentrating on defense when facing Professor Flitwick.

But this person actually took out his wand and tried to cast a spell on Flitwick without knowing the consequences.

Professor Flitwick naturally couldn't spoil him.

He didn't even have time to utter a spell before Flitwick knocked him down cleanly.

Compared with the other people, his outcome was even worse.

As Professor Flitwick waved his wand up and down, he moved like a ball, flying from the ground to the air, and then falling from the air to the ground.

Until Professor Flitwick got tired of playing with him, he threw him far away.

"Who else?"

After dealing with several troublemakers in a row, Flitwick calmly swept his gaze over the faces of other wizards affiliated with the black market.

Although it was a look of admiration, it made everyone feel frightened.

terrible!

Is this the strength of a wizard at the level of a Hogwarts professor?
There is absolutely no way to fight back!
At this moment, the wizard who had answered Sherlock's question at the beginning raised his hand and said, "I..."

"Ok?"

Flitwick glanced over, and the man, fearing he would end up like the others before him, hurriedly called out:

"Professor! Professor, don't do it. You've taught me before, Professor Flitwick!"

Professor Flitwick was startled when he heard him call his name, then walked up to him.

The wizard squatted down without saying a word.

This familiar scene immediately awakened Professor Flitwick's memories.

He kept hitting the other person's head with his wand, and said in a tone of disappointment:
"You still remember that I taught you? That's all I taught you? And...why are you hanging around in a place like this?"

Morgos felt very wronged as he was scolded like a grandson by his former teacher.

"Professor, I didn't get any certificates in the OWL exam..."

Morgoth's words immediately silenced Professor Flitwick.

There are 12 certificates in the OWL exam, and this guy didn’t even get a single one!

He is a student of Ravenclaw. This is too outrageous!
But at this point, there is no point in saying anything more.

"Okay, tell me everything you know!"

Seeing Flitwick's unhappy look, Morgoth also felt aggrieved.

What can I do? I am helpless too!

I have studied very hard, but I just can’t do well in the exam!

However, seeing that Professor Flitwick seemed to still remember the old times, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and began to tell the truth.

(End of this chapter)