Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 133 The Final Case

Ron didn't turn around until Gemma Farley's back completely disappeared from his sight.

He looked at Sherlock and said excitedly:

"Sherlock, you were so handsome just now!"

His words resonated strongly with everyone present.

Flint's actions on the Quidditch field were obvious to all, and he almost knocked Harry off his broom.

Of course, in the wizarding world, falling from a height does not necessarily mean death.

But from the moment Flint deliberately hit the person, it meant that he had never considered the consequences.

"What a shame! I was hoping to see Mr. Holmes solve the last case of the year at school!"

Qiu Zhang's friend Alicia said as if she was enjoying the fun.

Hearing her words, Qiu Zhang couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, and Lucy also shook her head secretly.

This friend of theirs is just like that. She always says what she thinks and is a pure fun-loving person.

Fortunately, there are always bottom line principles at critical moments.

Next, Qiu Zhang left with her two friends after agreeing with Harry to correspond with each other during the summer vacation.

Neville has a bad memory and is always worried that he has forgotten something, so after finding Leif, he wanted to go back and pack his things quickly.

After wasting so much time, I might as well hurry up and slip away.

He also realized that as long as he stayed around Sherlock and Harry, he would be involved in all kinds of things.

So Sherlock and his three friends were the only ones left in the open space.

"Sherlock, are you really not going to get involved in this matter?"

Hermione, who had been unable to contain herself for a long time, immediately asked, "I also want to know who did that."

"That's it!"

Ron clenched his fists and punched the air a few times.

"It's so cool just thinking about beating Flint up and throwing him on the grass to feed the mosquitoes!
If I could really meet this person, I would definitely call him Big Brother!"

Sherlock: "Yeah."

Ron: "(☉д⊙)

"Sherlock, what are you humming?"

"Didn't you just call me big brother? I agreed."

"I mean, if we can find the guy who beat up Flint..."

At this point Ron suddenly reacted and couldn't help but gasp.

Harry and Hermione also looked at Sherlock with disbelief.

Hermione looked surprised: "Sherlock, you mean... you did that?"

"it's me.

Everyone was celebrating that night, and in that chaotic situation, it would have been too easy to do something like this.

The alcohol had numbed Flint's brain, reducing his alertness to a minimum, and a simple stunning spell was enough to knock him down.

Then I gave him a little lesson, and it seems to be working well now.”

After briefly explaining what happened, Sherlock playfully joked with them, "So I can't catch myself, right?"

"I remembered!"

At this moment, Ron's brain seemed to suddenly work, and his flushed face was full of excitement and sudden enlightenment.

"You already said that during that Quidditch match!"

Sherlock smiled slightly, "My dear Ron, your memory is finally working as it should."

Harry and Hermione were confused. "Ron, what did Sherlock say?"

"Listen, neither of you were in the stands at the time:

Harry, you're still in the game; Hermione, you're interrupting Quirrell's spell!
When that Flint guy almost knocked Harry off the floor, Sherlock said he would pay the price."

After hearing Ron's explanation, Hermione said "Oh" softly, with a look of relief on her face.

So Sherlock had already made up his mind at that time?

Harry opened his mouth slightly, his eyes full of shock and emotion.

Just now when Sherlock told Farley that he was unwilling to take over this matter, he was already moved by this friendship. At this moment, his green eyes were flashing with tears, which were about to burst out.

However, at this moment, Sherlock's words made him stunned.

"In fact, before the prefect came to me, she had already suspected that I was the one who did it.

After the conversation just now, she is even more certain about this matter."

Ron looked shocked: "What? You said she knew?"

Hermione and Harry looked at Sherlock in equal surprise.

"It's something that's easy to see, like when she pointed out that Flint was in the hospital for the same amount of time as Harry...

I won’t explain the details to you, lest you say I’m insulting your intelligence.”

Sherlock's words immediately made Ron give up his original plan to ask in detail.

"Then...will she tell anyone about this?"

Harry asked hurriedly.

He was worried that Flint would retaliate after finding out about this.

Sherlock did this for himself, and he would never allow Sherlock to get hurt!

"No," Sherlock shook his head. "I agreed to accept that gold Galleon just now as a condition for the exchange."

This time, Hermione understood.

Sherlock's last case at school ended in such a dramatic way.

Although he did not accept the commission, he found out the truth as soon as possible.

As Farley said, she kept the story to herself.

Although Flint himself and some Slytherin students expressed strong dissatisfaction with this, the matter was eventually left unresolved.

Even Professor Snape, the Head of Slytherin, shrugged it off.

"As a wizard, you don't even have the most basic vigilance!

What he should be doing now is practicing magic instead of raging like a brainless troll!"

So, while the other students left school, Flint had to stay in the hospital for another two days.

For the first-year students, it was still Rubeus Hagrid, the keeper of the keys to Hogwarts, who led them onto the fleet that crossed the lake.

As soon as he saw Harry, the sentimental giant hugged him and burst into tears again.

The reason, of course, was that he had told Quirrell the method to subdue the three-headed dog, Maomao.

"You almost died! I was such an idiot!"

"Oh, come on, Hagrid, this is none of your business!"

Because he had already cried once in front of Sherlock, Hermione and Ron, and vented a lot of emotions, and with the comfort of the young wizards, Hagrid stopped crying quickly this time.

Perhaps out of guilt, or perhaps he had this idea in mind for a long time, he gave Harry a special gift before leaving.

On the surface, this is a beautifully packaged book.

But when Harry opened it, he was surprised to find that it was filled with photos of wizards.

Although the pasting technique is a bit rough, that's not the point.

Because smiling and waving at Harry on every page were none other than his father and mother.

James and Lily.

"These photos come from different places." Sherlock glanced at them and stated their origins with certainty. "And then they were bound and compiled into a book by the same person."

Hagrid nodded vigorously and said to Harry:

“I sent an owl to your parents’ old school friends, asking for photos.

Dumbledore gave me the day off yesterday to sort it out.

Do you like it, Harry?"

Harry didn't say anything. He had been moved so many times in the past two days that his tears seemed to have become cheap.

But his answer was obvious, Hagrid already understood it all.

After waving goodbye to Hagrid, the first-year students, oh, they can no longer be called freshmen now - in short, all the little wizards once again boarded the Hogwarts direct train.

After Ron complained about their speed, everyone accepted Sherlock's explanation.

It is more appropriate to call it a direct train rather than an express train.

Unlike the curiosity, nervousness and excitement when we arrived last year, on the way back, everyone was chatting and laughing, and in high spirits.

From time to time, people would run to the carriage where Sherlock and Harry were, naturally to listen to the adventure stories of the Lion King and the Savior.

Harry didn't want to repeat the experience, and Hermione was almost the same.

Not to mention Sherlock.

So only Ron was excited and patiently telling over and over again the legendary experience of how the Lion King and the Savior led them through seven levels and angrily fucked Quirrell.

During the narration, he emphasized that the giant chessboard array designed by Professor McGonagall was the most difficult, risky and time-sensitive of all the levels.

At the critical moment, a red-haired hero stepped forward and made a great sacrifice for the entire group with his fearless dedication, which enabled the entire team to reach the final checkpoint in time and stop Quirrell.

The little wizards who came to the box were all fascinated by the performance and were amazed.

The look he gave Ron made him almost fly with joy.

Sherlock, Harry and Hermione couldn't help but smile at each other when they saw this.

As long as he is happy.

As time goes by, the countryside outside the window becomes greener and the roads become cleaner.

As the train began to pass through towns, the voice that had reminded them that they had arrived at Hogwarts rang out again.

The young wizards took off their wizard robes and put on jackets and short tops.

This time, Hermione did not leave, but stayed in the carriage with great interest to witness the entire process of Sherlock changing clothes.

Finally, the train stopped at platform nine and three-quarters of King's Cross station.

It took longer than at Christmas for them all to leave the platform.

The same withered old guard was still manning the ticket gate, allowing only two or three people through at a time.

That way they wouldn't have a large group of people entering and exiting the solid walls at once, attracting the attention of the Muggles.

"You must come to our house to play this summer vacation."

Ron said to the three of them, "Come on - I'll send an owl to invite you when the time comes."

"Thank you," Harry nodded heavily, "I really need something to look forward to."

Hermione once again reminded Sherlock, "Be sure to write to me and call me!"

She knew Sherlock. If she didn't emphasize it again and again, he would forget about it completely in no time.

When they returned to the exit of the Muggle world, people who squeezed past them kept greeting them.

Of course, the main targets are still Sherlock and Harry.

Ron couldn't help but say, "Hey, you guys are more famous now than you were at Christmas!"

"I assure you again, not where I'm going."

Harry said, turning to Sherlock, "Sherlock, you shouldn't be the same, right?"

In his opinion, someone like Sherlock should not be unknown even in the Muggle world.

Sherlock didn't answer, but just stuffed a bunch of snacks from the wizarding world at Harry.

"Sherlock, what are you doing..."

"My dear Harry, I'm sure you can use them."

Harry took the snacks in confusion and soon put the question behind him.

Because their families have been waiting for them for a long time.

"There he is, mother, there he is, look!"

A little girl with red hair shrieked, "Look, Mother! I see—Harry Potter!"

"Don't shout, Ginny. It's rude to point fingers at others."

It was Mrs. Weasley who came with her youngest daughter to pick up Ron and his three brothers.

This is a short, plump woman with a bright smile on her face.

It is worth mentioning that he is more enthusiastic towards Sherlock and Harry than towards his own son Ron.

This was naturally because Sherlock invited Ron to his house during Christmas and gave him a wand as a Christmas gift.

For this purpose, she prepared a homemade handmade gift early.

It was an exquisite looking box tied with a colorful ribbon.

Opening the box, Sherlock found a card with blessings written on it.

Inside the box are magical candies made by Mrs. Weasley herself, including fizzing bees and chocolate cauldrons, and she has also ingeniously added some of her own innovative flavors and styles.

“Thank you very much!”

Mrs. Holmes, who came to pick up Sherlock, happened to see this scene. After asking, she hugged Mrs. Weasley and said, "Thank you for giving Sherlock a gift."

"This is what I should do. Sherlock takes good care of Ron at school."

As the two chatted, they simply pulled Mrs. Granger over to join them.

But when they invited Mrs. Dursley, they were ruthlessly rejected.

Mr. Dursley's hair is much thicker than before. It seems that the Potter family's hair growth potion is very effective for him.

Dudley's size had also changed slightly, but not as much as Mr. Dursley's.

Harry figured it was because the special diet pills weren't effective enough to offset his cousin's excessive food intake.

Although Ron was a big eater, he was not as good as his cousin Dudley.

For example, when it comes to eating, Ron's combat power is only 6,000, while Dudley's is at least over 10,000.

"Come over here quickly after saying goodbye to your friends. We don't have much time to waste here."

Harry smiled at Uncle Vernon's mutter.

It seemed a little rude, but in fact Uncle Vernon's attitude towards him was much better than before.

In the past, he would never have dared to imagine that Uncle Vernon would come to the station to pick him up.

It's all because of Sherlock!
Maybe knowing Sherlock is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me in my life!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Sherlock again.

"Sherlock, it seems you've made quite a few friends."

Mrs. Holmes was so happy to see the little wizards passing by and greeting her son one after another.

The students in the wizarding world are so adorable!

"Yes, my friend..."

Hearing his mother's words, Sherlock turned around and happened to see Harry looking at him and waving at him vigorously.

Sherlock smiled.

Magic...it's so interesting!

(End of this chapter)