Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 124 The person has been found, come quickly
Hogwarts, Ravenclaw Head of House's office.

Professor Flitwick couldn't help but praise Sherlock when he heard him reveal the exact location of his office:
"Holmes, you are truly exceptional—I am increasingly convinced that you should come to Ravenclaw."

Sherlock looked down at him and said nothing.

"Come to think of it...if the Sorting Hat hadn't insisted, I might still be in Gryffindor now."

Professor Flitwick seemed lost in memories of the past. After a long silence, he said with emotion:

"Of course, there's nothing wrong with Gryffindor, but Ravenclaw gives me a wider range of opportunities!"

Sherlock:

"What's your expression?"

Professor Flitwick glared at him.

"Professor McGonagall almost came to Ravenclaw—even to this day, I still talk to her about it.

If we had both insisted or hesitated a little more, maybe the person talking to you in this office today would be her instead of me.

Okay, let’s not talk about this anymore. Tell me what else you found besides that decoration!”

Sherlock wasn't surprised that Professor Flitwick could see that.

Although most wizards were not good at reasoning, Professor Flitwick was clearly not one of them.

"Professor, take a look at this first."

As Sherlock spoke, he took out a piece of parchment and placed it on the table. This was also what he had gained in that prison cell.

Flitwick took out his wand and tapped it on the scrap of parchment.

The color of the edge of the parchment immediately darkened, and then gradually separated into two layers.

Flitwick's expression suddenly grew serious.

"There are two kinds of ink on the edge of the parchment. The surface layer is ordinary ink, and the middle layer contains poison."

"That is to say, even if Musgrave signed the agreement, he would still die."

"Yes, this is a slow-acting poison made from a mixture of the mucus of the Flobberworm and the venom of the Lobaworm. The poisoned person will die within three to five days, and it is difficult to detect."

"How cruel and ruthless."

"So you're really not going to pursue the matter any further—like you told Hagrid and the Greek?"

Professor Flitwick stared at Sherlock with a sharp gaze, "I know what the Ministry of Magic is like better than you do.

I have heard Pomona talk about Miss Abbott's matter. If she hadn't come forward, they would rather let the mistake go.

He hasn't made any progress in all these years, huh, that fellow Fudge..."

After hearing what Professor Flitwick said, Sherlock felt a little helpless.

He once naively believed that a department like the Ministry of Magic should be better than Scotland Yard no matter what.

Later he discovered that the wizarding world also had its own Scotland Yard.

"There's nothing wrong with Mr. Interpreter's two friends."

Sherlock said slowly, "If they wanted to take action, they wouldn't have to wait until today.

There's no problem with the black market either. What happened today was purely a coincidence. I've checked. The black market's opening hours are not fixed. It could be any day of the week. We can only say that we were unlucky.

If the interpreter had not been abducted, we would have had more time, and the man who pretended to be Smith would not have been able to escape."

At this point, Flitwick understood what Sherlock meant.

He sighed and reached out to pat Sherlock's shoulder.

Seeing that Sherlock didn't squat down consciously, he could only pat Sherlock's knee.

"Holmes, not everything will turn out the way you imagine.

After all, you can't guarantee that you are in a state of taking the elixir of life at all times.

This is how the world is. Even if we have taken every aspect into consideration, sometimes we just lack a little bit of luck.

I think you have also discovered that, according to common sense, the criminal could have used the Unforgivable to control the Athenian to obey him and achieve his goal - but he did not do so.

I can think of many reasons, but it could be the caster's lack of magic power, the Athenian's strong willpower, or perhaps that ancient family has some special means...

In any case, judging by the current situation, as long as the poor Athenian does not surrender, he can save his life and the chances of being rescued will be greater."

Professor Flitwick's words sounded reasonable, but Sherlock also knew that this was correct nonsense.

Given the alertness and cunning shown by Smith, it is unlikely that he will be caught.

What's more, it is the Ministry of Magic that is responsible for this work.

Fortunately, Sherlock deduced the place of imprisonment in just one day and rescued the Greek interpreter in time.

This can be considered a blessing in misfortune.

Sherlock told Professor Flitwick what had happened, which satisfied his curiosity.

Next, it depends on how much power the two countries' Ministries of Magic can unleash when they join forces.

This process may take ten days or half a month, three to five years, or even longer.

In short, if nothing unexpected happens, even though the Greek translator case still has some unsolved mysteries, it has come to an end.

The next morning, the last Quidditch game of the season officially began.

Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw.

No one is optimistic about Gryffindor.

Putting aside other factors, they even have one less player than the other team, so there is no way they can beat the other side.

But even so, Gryffindor still refused to admit defeat.

Encouraged by captain Flitwick Wood, all the players took to the field in a tragic atmosphere, ready to face a crushing defeat.

Lose the ball but don’t lose face!
At breakfast time, the entire Gryffindor area was filled with a tragic atmosphere.

Fortunately, not long ago, the Lion King and the Savior stopped Quirrell and protected the Philosopher's Stone.

Otherwise, the little lions would not be in the mood to eat.

"After dinner, let's go to the stadium to cheer together."

Ron shoved a mince pie into his mouth and mumbled to Sherlock and Hermione, who nodded simultaneously.

Just then, the owls flew into the hall as usual.

When Sherlock saw Watson flapping his wings and flying towards him, his eyes immediately lit up.

Hermione fed Watson a bite of toast as Sherlock removed the note from Watson's lap and unfolded it.

Seeing that Sherlock didn't stop them, Hermione and Ron leaned over from the left and right.

[The person has been found, come quickly——FF]

The letter was indeed simple and clear, but it was a bit confusing.

Ron: "Who? What did you find?"

Hermione: "Where are you going? And who are the FF?"

"FF is obviously Professor Flitwick," Sherlock folded the note in half and put it in his pocket, then stood up. "Filius Flitwick."

He only answered this one question.

Because that was enough for Hermione to connect the dots.

Hermione stood up as well. "Is there any progress on that case? Are you going now?"

"Good," Sherlock paused and hesitated for a moment, "Cheer for Gryffindor for me."

After saying this, he rushed to Flitwick's office without hesitation.

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

Hermione trotted after him for a few steps, but soon stopped, having realized that it was useless to follow him.

I turned around to look at Ron, but found that he was still standing there, looking confused.

She couldn't help but sigh: "Let's go and cheer for Gryffindor."

When Sherlock found Professor Flitwick, the latter was already prepared.

Professor Flitwick said to Sherlock bluntly as soon as he saw him.

"The Ministry has found the Athenian."

Sherlock couldn't help but be surprised: "So fast?"

Professor Flitwick's face was heavy: "It's a corpse."

Sherlock was stunned.

He guessed that Professor Flitwick came to him because there was progress in the case, but he didn't expect this to be the result.

But he quickly regained his composure and began to think about the possible impact of this incident.

"Where?"

Seeing Sherlock get over his shock so quickly, Professor Flitwick showed a hint of approval in his eyes:
"I'll Apparate you there now."

Apparition is a form of magical travel consisting of two parts: Disapparition and Apparition.

Separately, Disapparate is to leave a place, and Apparrte is to appear in a place.

These two processes, plus the rotation on the spot before displacement, constitute the entire Apparition process, that is, disappearing from one place and reappearing from another.

Simply put, Apparition is a form of teleportation.

In the wizarding world, it is the fastest way to reach your destination, surpassed by Floo powder or Portkeys.

As for other means of transportation such as broomsticks, there is no need to mention them.

Because of this, Apparition requires extremely high proficiency from the caster and is only available to wizards and witches over the age of 17.

At the same time, as the distance of the apparition increases, its difficulty will also increase.

Things like intercontinental apparition can only be used by highly skilled wizards.

Otherwise, it may lead to dismemberment, serious injury, or even catastrophic consequences like being torn apart by five horses.

Because Apparition is not allowed on the Hogwarts campus, Flitwick first takes Sherlock to Hogsmeade.

"Holmes, control yourself."

With Flitwick's magical attainments, Apparating with someone was no problem at all.

But before performing the Apparition, he still solemnly told him the precautions.

"It's always uncomfortable the first time, just bear with it."

Sherlock nodded.

The next moment, Professor Flitwick had Sherlock grab his arm and cast the spell.

Sherlock's surroundings suddenly became pitch black.

He felt like he was being squeezed strongly from all directions, and his chest seemed to be tightly bound by several iron hoops, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The eyeballs were squeezed back into the head, the eardrums were pressed deep into the skull, and the limbs seemed to be stuffed into the torso.

Sherlock knew it was an illusion.

With one hand he held Flitwick's arm tightly, trying to maintain his balance as much as possible.

On the other hand, I seized this hard-won opportunity and carefully savored the feeling.

After his entire body was squeezed, he felt himself spinning, as if transformed into a semi-solid, semi-liquid form, and squeezed into a thick rubber tube like toothpaste.

Relatively speaking, this feels worse than using Floo powder.

However, because he had prepared himself mentally early on, the physical discomfort did not make Sherlock too nervous.

Fortunately, not long after, it was as if an invisible pipe suddenly burst open, and Sherlock felt the pressure around him suddenly disappear.

"Here we are."

As Flitwick's voice sounded beside him, Sherlock's eyes became bright again.

The first thing that catches your eye is a sea of ​​green.

(End of this chapter)