Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 123 It’s over

John Smith is a wizard from Northern Europe. According to his own introduction, he had worked in the field of magical finance in Europe in his early years and accumulated rich experience.

Two months ago, he came to the UK specifically to do a big deal.

Because of his Nordic background, he ended up in the Parthenon black market in Knockturn Alley.

Although the name Parthenon sounds related to Greece, it was created by the Nordic people.

The scale of the black market cannot be said to be very large, but after years of accumulation, it does have something.

Every time the black market opens, Smith appears.

However, his desire to buy is not strong, and he has only purchased one antique in the past two months.

Of course, this is not uncommon.

After all, there are still people who have been waiting and watching for half a year without making a single transaction.

In addition to Morgos, there are several other people in the black market who also know Smith.

But no one in the entire black market noticed that Smith had used this short period of time to turn the warehouse into his personal base.

No one had ever seen Baskerville, the Greek, let alone Musgrave, the Athenian.

Even the secret door and prison cell behind the warehouse were unknown to anyone.

until today.

Professor Flitwick couldn't help but frown after listening to Morgoth's statement.

The amount of information is a bit small!

"I informed the Ministry of Magic when I arrived," Professor Flitwick turned to Sherlock, "Do you still need help?"

Sherlock thought for a moment and shook his head. "The clues are broken. Unless we can catch up with the other party, we can get more information."

Professor Flitwick then walked into the cell behind the secret door. After walking around, he said with some regret:
"There are no obvious signs of magic. I think he still used the portkey to leave."

"Yes, from the moment we broke in, it was almost impossible to catch him."

Flitwick couldn't help feeling a little regretful when he heard this.

I originally thought I could see with my own eyes how Sherlock solved the case!

At this point, there was no point for Flitwick, Sherlock, Hagrid, and Baskerville to stay here any longer.

Seeing that Professor Flitwick was about to leave, Morgoth stretched out his right arm, spread his palm and five fingers, and shouted:
"professor!"

Flitwick paused, and seeing his former student looking at him eagerly, his heart softened.

He took out a quill and scribbled a few lines on a piece of parchment, then rolled it up and threw it away.

The scroll immediately floated in front of Morgos.

Seeing this superb levitation spell, the latter couldn't help but recall what he had learned in class.

He reached out and grabbed the parchment tightly.

"Although you have gone astray, you are still a student of Hogwarts after all."

Professor Flitwick looked at Morgause and said word by word:

"Take this letter to the Unicorn Sanctuary in Norway. The person in charge there is my student, and he will take care of you."

"professor……"

At this moment, Morgos was so shocked that he couldn't help but burst into tears.

As a poor student who couldn't even get a certificate, after leaving Hogwarts, he could only end up running errands in Knockturn Alley.

Later, he gradually got better off and came to the Parthenon black market, which was a little more organized.

He never expected that because of a case, he would have the opportunity to meet the professor who once taught him magic.

He never expected that the professor would take their old friendship into consideration and arrange a way out for him.

Although Norway is far away from here, it is a job recommended by the four headmasters of Hogwarts!

More importantly, a magical creature sanctuary like this would always need some grassroots staff.

Some of the auxiliary work there, such as assisting in observing the living habits of magical creatures and maintaining the basic facilities of the protected area, is less dependent on academic performance.

They focus more on physical strength and adaptability to the natural environment, which is just right for them.

This can definitely be regarded as timely assistance.

Morgos bowed deeply to Professor Flitwick, wiped the tears from his face, and then strode out of Knockturn Alley.

From today on, he can finally hold his head high and tell his family about his job!
He is grateful for the kindness. From now on, whenever Professor Flitwick needs anything, he will do his best.

Seeing Professor Flitwick helping his former student, the bald wizard who had previously taken out the bezoar to save Baskerville's life also had an idea.

Seeing that Sherlock and his group were about to leave, he stretched out his right arm, spread his palm and five fingers, and shouted:
"Professor, wait a minute!"

Flitwick stopped, turned around and looked at the other man with a frown.

Morgos, who just spoke, was my former student after all, and he also provided some information for this case.

So it’s understandable that he called me. Who do you think you are?

Seeing this, Hagrid quickly told Flitwick that the other party had just used bezoars to save the Greek.

Hearing this, the expression on Flitwick's face softened.

But even so, he didn't plan to introduce another job to the other party.

"Sir, you just saved my life, I will never be ungrateful."

Baskerville spoke at the right moment, "If I'm not mistaken, you... weren't born without hair, were you?"

"That's right!"

Hearing Baskerville's words, the bald wizard's heart moved, "You mean..." "I will pay you a reward, including a hair growth potion produced by the Potter family."

Upon hearing this, the bald wizard showed an expression of ecstasy.

Baldness is a man's biggest enemy.

Especially when there are ways to prevent and treat it.

If you don't have money, who would want to be a bald man?

After leaving their contact information to the bald guy, Sherlock and his three companions finally left the black market.

They walked north along Knockturn Alley, and soon the towering gates of Gringotts Wizarding Bank appeared before them.

The environment became brighter in an instant.

"Professor, you and Sherlock should go back to school first. I'm going to St. Mungo's. He needs some time to rest."

Hagrid pointed at Baskerville, who looked so weak that he looked like he would dislocate his jaw if he yawned.

It was thanks to his support along the way that the other person did not collapse to the ground.

"no problem."

Flitwick nodded. "The Ministry of Magic has already intervened in this matter. I hope they can find that poor fellow as soon as possible."

Hagrid clenched his fists tightly. "Damn Smith, if I see him..."

Seeing Hagrid's expression, Professor Flitwick shook his head. "Hagrid, that's obviously a fake name."

"what?"

Hagrid was surprised when he heard this. "Professor, are you as good at investigating cases as Sherlock?"

Professor Flitwick laughed dumbly. "I don't investigate crimes, but the name John Smith..."

He thought about it, and finally gave up explaining to Hagrid, "Anyway, it's enough for you to know that this is a fake name."

"Good professor."

Hagrid is still the same as always, he doesn't think about things he doesn't understand.

At Hogwarts, Ravenclaw represents wisdom.

As the Head of Ravenclaw, Flitwick is clearly the intellectual brains of Hogwarts.

Since he said it was a pseudonym, then it is a pseudonym.

"It's not just his name, even his Nordic background is problematic," Sherlock said as he took out something that looked like an ornament from his arms. "Mr. Interpreter, please take a look at this before you leave with Hagrid."

This is a small Viking battle axe ornament with a few letters engraved on the handle.

"These are ancient runes!"

Baskerville took it and looked at it for a moment, then blurted out, "Smith! It's Smith's name!"

As we all know, the Vikings, also known as the Nordic pirates, have been invading the European coast and the British Isles from the 8th to the 11th century AD.

Their footprints extended from the European continent to the vast territory of the Arctic, and even Europe called this period the Viking Age.

"Where did you find this, Mr. Holmes?"

"It's right next to the secret door," Sherlock asked, pointing to the Viking battle axe ornament. "Have you seen it before?"

"never seen it."

Hearing Baskerville's affirmative answer, Sherlock couldn't help but frown: "That's terrible..."

"What did you say, Mr. Holmes?"

"Nothing, just a small inference was disrupted."

"This decoration..."

Baskerville hesitated for a moment, then added, "It is quite natural to engrave runes on ornaments, but it seems to be misspelled. The correct spelling should be 'Smir.'"

"Aha! I wasn't mistaken after all." Sherlock's brows relaxed immediately upon hearing this. "Then, Mr. Interpreter, please take good care of yourself from now on."

"Regarding this case..."

"It has ended!"

Sherlock said, "It's the best outcome that we can rescue you, and the rest will be left to the Ministry of Magic!

As for Mr. Musgrave... I'm sure Athens has already heard the news. With this magical family with deep roots throughout Greece and the Ministry of Magic working together, they'll definitely be able to find him!"

Hearing Sherlock say this, Hagrid didn't think there was anything wrong.

Professor Flitwick showed a hint of surprise.

After Hagrid and Baskerville left, Flitwick looked at Sherlock and said, "Want to go home? It's not far from here. If you want to go home, I can pick you up tomorrow."

"No need, just go back to school."

Summer vacation is coming soon, and I will be staying at home for a long time, so there is no need to rush for these one or two days.

Since Sherlock said so, Flitwick didn't say anything more. The two used Floo powder in Diagon Alley to return to Hogwarts.

"This is my office."

Coming out of the fireplace, Flitwick took the initiative to explain to Sherlock.

"West Tower, eighth floor, room 13 from the right."

Sherlock blurted out.

Professor Flitwick was stunned at first, then laughed happily.

(End of this chapter)