Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 132 Beauty is Justice

Chapter 132 Beauty is Justice
Ron was merely surprised and dismayed to see that Gemma Farley had come for Sherlock.

Of course, he didn't think that the Slytherin prefect would have an older-younger-younger relationship with Sherlock, who was still a first-year student.

That's too outrageous.

The key point is that I just thought that Sherlock would not be able to find a girlfriend before he was thirty years old, but such a beautiful young lady came to him immediately.

This is a bit embarrassing.

However, Hermione, who was with him, felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy.

If the Patil twins were the prettiest girls in their first year, then Gemma Farley was one of the prettiest girls in all of Hogwarts.

Of course, girls like Qiu Zhang might surpass her in two or three years.

But now, due to his age, he has not fully grown up yet and cannot compare with her for the time being.

More importantly, whenever Gemma Farley stands there, she has a special aura that makes people involuntarily focus their attention on her.

It was really hard to imagine that someone like her could be a Slytherin.

However, when Hermione heard Gemma Farley ask to speak to Sherlock alone, she immediately came to her senses and said reflexively:

"no!"

Sherlock and Farley looked at her at the same time.

Hermione was a little embarrassed, but still insisted:

"Ms. Farley, I mean no offense, but...

Gryffindor had just completed a comeback in the House Cup points thanks to Sherlock, and also broke Slytherin's streak of winning seven consecutive cups.

I don't think it's appropriate for him to be alone with you at this time."

Hearing Hermione say this, Farley immediately smiled, and his sea-blue eyes turned into a crescent moon:
"Miss Granger, it seems that you, like Mr. Potter, have a deep prejudice against Slytherin."

“I don’t think that’s a stereotype.”

Hermione raised her head and looked directly at Farley, saying stiffly, "Their performance was indeed disappointing."

At this time, Harry, who was chatting with three Ravenclaw girls, also noticed this scene.

Seeing that Hermione and Farley were about to confront each other, he said something to Qiu Zhang and the other two and hurried over.

"Miss Farley!"

"Hello, Mr. Potter," Farley said, giving Harry a friendly smile. "You seem to be recovering well."

"Yes, thank you for your concern," Harry nodded, then looked at her and Hermione with some confusion, "Excuse me..."

"I'm here to see Mr. Holmes."

Farley said lightly, "It's just that Miss Granger is a little too nervous. She seems to think that I will harm Mr. Holmes because of the House Cup. Mr. Potter, what do you think?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, "Hermione, I don't think Miss Farley is that kind of person."

Hermione: (ー`ー)
Which side are you from, anyway?

Just because someone is pretty, their elbows should be bent outwards, right?
Farley knelt down and saluted Harry, "Thank you for your trust, Mr. Potter."

At this time, Qiu Zhang and her two roommates also chased after Harry and were stunned when they saw this scene.

Her graceful and relaxed movements coupled with her exquisite appearance really give people a pleasing feeling.

At this moment, Sherlock, who had been silent all this time, spoke up: "Miss Farley is indeed not that kind of person."

Hermione looked at Sherlock in surprise.

no……

It’s okay that Harry only looks at your face, but how come even you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, have betrayed me?
Didn’t you say it very well when you were facing the Patil twins just now?

Just when Hermione felt a little aggrieved and even angry, Sherlock suddenly changed the subject after saying this:
"But if the prefect is here about Marcus Flint, there's no need to discuss this separately."

Everyone except Farley was stunned when they heard Sherlock's words.

Marcus Flint?

Isn't he the fifth-year Slytherin student and captain of the Quidditch house team?
During the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, he once committed a malicious foul on Harry and almost knocked him out of the air.

What happened to this thing?
"As expected, you already knew."

When Farley heard Sherlock say this name, her eyes became deeper. She looked around and said, "Mr. Holmes, are you sure you want me to say it right here?"

Farley's meaning is clear.

Besides herself and Sherlock, there were four Gryffindors and three Ravenclaws standing nearby, making them slightly more numerous.

As soon as she said this, Harry, Ron and Neville didn't think there was anything wrong with it. The four girls glared at her at the same time.

What? You don’t like us, right?
Sherlock shook his head slightly. "I'm all ears."

Seeing Sherlock say this, Farley no longer insisted.

However, her first sentence made the others present a little nervous:
"After the graduation banquet, some Slytherins went to the Black Lake to drink."

drink wine?

Are you drinking to drown your sorrows?
But it's understandable.

Although Slytherin retained the Quidditch Cup championship thanks to the stable performance of Ravenclaw, it eventually lost the House Cup and lost the opportunity to win seven consecutive championships.

Farley continued:

“Marcus Flint was among them, but he was not a good drinker and his drinking was not good.

So he ended up returning to the common room alone, drunk.”

Farley put it simply, but the meaning was conveyed.

No one wants to take care of a drunkard.

Hearing this, Harry suddenly felt a sense of pleasure.

You have today too!
“…But he didn’t return to his dorm.

It wasn't until the next day that he was found lying by the Black Lake."

Everyone looked at each other in surprise when they heard this.

"Sure enough, he can't hold his liquor well. He just mistook the grass for his bed."

Ron sneered, "I said last time that guy looks like he has troll blood. It's not surprising that something like this happened."

"Miss Farley, there's no need to consult Mr. Holmes about this matter, right?" Qiu Zhang couldn't help but say, "He's just drunk..."

Facing everyone's doubts, Farley shook his head slightly:

"The problem is that when Flint was found, his school uniform had been stripped off and he was only wearing his underwear.

His face was bruised and had obvious signs of being beaten.

There was a piece of parchment on the grass beside him, with a sentence written on it:

"If you can't afford to lose, you must accept the punishment."

Having said that, Farley paused and looked at Sherlock:
"Flint is still lying in the school hospital. I came to see Mr. Holmes because I want you to investigate this matter."

Farley's words stunned everyone.

A fifth-year student, the captain of the Quidditch team, was beaten up like this?
It is really……

So happy!

Harry and Ron almost shouted "Well done!"

"Is he seriously injured?" Hermione couldn't help asking, "Why is he still lying in the school hospital?"

"Although the opponent's attack was not light, with Madam Pomfrey here, these injuries are not a problem.

The point is, he lay on the grass all night in his underwear."

"So what? It's not like he caught a cold because of this, is it?"

Alicia couldn't help but interject.

"No, he's been poisoned."

"Poisoned?"

Hermione was confused. What did wearing only underwear have to do with being poisoned?
“Yes, poisoning—in that case, he was bitten by all sorts of insects all night long.

Due to the large number and variety of mosquitoes, various toxins are mixed together.

"It's actually not difficult to detoxify, it just takes time. In fact, when he was found, his face was swollen beyond recognition, which was the result of the accumulation of toxins."

Hearing this, everyone's expressions were very interesting.

Sherlock had a blank expression on his face, as if none of this had anything to do with him.

Harry looked up at the sky while Neville lowered his head to fiddle with his pet.

Hermione pretended to look around at the scenery, while the three Ravenclaw girls tried hard to hold back their laughter.

Only Ron couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Pfft~!"

When he saw Fali looking at him, he immediately said seriously:

"Sorry, I just remembered something happy."

Farley glanced at Ron dimly, but didn't dwell on the issue any further.

She turned her gaze to Harry.

"Madam Pomfrey said Flint's life is not in danger.

But he will need to stay in the school hospital for three more days - the same time Mr. Porter will be in hospital."

"what?"

Harry looked at Farley in confusion, thinking, why are you telling me this?
This kind of coincidence doesn't interest me at all.

After saying this, Farley looked at Sherlock again:

“We hope Mr. Holmes can help us investigate this matter.

During this period, I will do my best to provide you with all the conveniences.

This gold Galleon is a personal gift from me, and I hope Mr. Holmes can accept it.

If we can find the culprit, we will offer a generous reward. In short, we will definitely satisfy Mr. Holmes."

When the young wizards nearby heard the conditions given by Farley, they were shocked.

Especially Qiu Zhang.

In the Easter case, Penelope paid one gold galleon after the case was closed, which made Sherlock feel that it was too much.

But the reason why Penelope gave so much was because in addition to the agreed reward, she also wanted to thank Sherlock for maintaining the reputation of Ravenclaw.

And the hush money so that they wouldn't tell anyone about it - although this seems a bit embarrassing now.

I didn't expect Farley's performance today to be even worse.

Just to get Sherlock to agree to take the case, he had already paid a Galleon.

Highlight a person who is more wealthy and does whatever he wants.

It is conceivable that if Sherlock really agrees to Farley and solves the case, he will receive a huge reward.

Of course, in Qiu Zhang's opinion, it is almost beyond doubt that Sherlock can do this with his ability.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Sherlock, waiting for his answer.

Under the gazes of everyone, Sherlock shook his head and said three words:

"I reject."

When Sherlock said the three words "I refuse" in a firm tone, Farley, who was standing opposite him, did not show any surprise on his face.

She tilted her head, her long, smooth hair swaying gently, her ocean-blue eyes bright and deep, with a hint of inquiry:
"Mr. Holmes, can you tell me why?

If you are not satisfied with the compensation, we can still discuss it.”

As she said this, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile.

It was as if he was telling Sherlock that everything could be negotiated as long as he was willing.

"That has nothing to do with it."

Sherlock waved his hand, looked up at Farley, and said calmly:

“I’m passionate about solving puzzles because I get unique pleasure from the process.

But this matter does not arouse any interest at all for me.

"Oh?"

Hearing Sherlock's words, Farley immediately showed a look of great interest: "I'd like to hear more about it."

"Flint hurt my friend at a Quidditch match."

Sherlock said bluntly, "I think he deserves what he's going through now."

"Sherlock!"

Harry, who had been standing quietly by the side, suddenly raised his head when he heard this.

His eyes were moist, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of emotion and surprise.

Sherlock actually still remembers it!

He still remembered how Flint had hurt him during the Quidditch match!

The feeling of being remembered by someone made Harry feel warm in his heart and his eyes became hot.

"I admit that Flint's behavior during the Quidditch match was excessive, but Madam Hooch had already punished him at the time."

Farley frowned slightly, a hint of confusion in his eyes:
"Are you serious, Mr. Holmes?

This behavior constitutes private revenge and is neither encouraged nor permitted.”

Sherlock met her gaze without flinching:

"I believe, Miss Farley, that private revenge is just and even noble from that moment on, when the rules fail to bring justice to the person concerned.

So, I have decided not to accept this case this time."

Farley was stunned.

She had originally thought that Sherlock's reason for refusal would be simple, perhaps the reward was not enough, perhaps the case was too complicated, or perhaps he had other motives, as she had imagined...

But she never expected that Sherlock would give such an answer.

After thinking for a while with her head down, she suddenly raised her head:

"I must confess, Mr. Holmes, that I am moved by your words."

Sherlock looked at her without saying anything.

"I'm here today because someone asked me to. Whether or not to accept this case is entirely your decision, but..."

Farley stared at Sherlock, a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"Are you sure you want to use this reason to refuse?"

There was a hint of tentativeness in her voice, as if she wanted to give Sherlock another chance.

Seeing Sherlock nod without hesitation, Farley suddenly smiled, as bright and moving as a flower blooming in spring.

She raised her hand slightly and snapped her fingers.

The gold Galleon that was originally placed in her palm was shining with golden light under the sunlight and flew directly towards Sherlock.

Sherlock reacted quickly. He reached out and caught the gold galleon steadily.