Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 134 Blushing Girl

128 King's Road, Kensington & Chelsea, second floor master bedroom.

This is a room filled with strange specimens and old books.

The sun shone through the dusty windows, casting golden beams of light. Dust particles danced wildly in the beams, reflecting the boy's meticulous profile.

His bony and slender fingers firmly grasped a delicate scalpel, his movements gentle and precise, as if he was carving a rare treasure.

This is Sherlock Holmes at the age of twelve.

His life had changed dramatically since the owl brought him his acceptance letter to Hogwarts last summer.

What will happen when a young man who believes in science suddenly finds out that he is actually a wizard?
——When science and magic intersect, the story is about to begin.

After one year of study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Sherlock has now become a competent wizard.

At this moment, his originally slender gray eyes narrowed into a slit, and his expression was focused with a hint of excitement.

It was as if everything around him had been isolated from him, and the whole world was left with only him and the chopping board in front of him.

There is a toad on the chopping board.

A toad awaiting dissection.

After a moment, Sherlock took a deep breath and slowly lowered the scalpel.

A neat little cut was instantly made on the toad's abdomen.

As he carefully separated the toad's muscle tissue, the toad's internal structure appeared before him without reservation.

Looking at the internal organs alone, the overall feeling is crystal clear, as if wrapped in a special film.

This is due to the toad's experience in its lifetime - it had been used as a test subject for potions many times.

Sherlock gently picked up a piece of liver-like organ with tweezers, looked at it carefully for a while, and placed it in a container beside him.

His movements were agile and his technique was skillful, and it was obvious that this was not the first time he had done this.

Soon, the originally complete toad turned into a pile of organs and tissues in his hands.

He took out the medicine he had prepared long ago and began the next step.

As Sherlock operated, he pondered some knowledge about toads and potions in his mind.

The main purpose is to verify some of my own guesses through the dissection of toads.

Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, more than half an hour had passed.

at this time.

"Sherlock is upstairs, just go find him!"

The voice of Sherlock's mother, Mrs. Holmes, came from downstairs.

Then there was a burst of hurried footsteps coming from below.

Sherlock paused slightly in the movement of his right hand, and frowned imperceptibly.

It only took Sherlock three seconds to determine the other person's identity from the way his mother spoke and the sound of her footsteps as she walked up the stairs.

But he did not stop what he was doing, but continued working.

Just then, the footsteps suddenly stopped at the door.

Sherlock's door was not locked, so there was no need for visitors to knock.

However, after seeing this scene from the door, the other party couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief.

His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was stunned into silence by the scene before him.

After a while, she couldn't help but speak:

"So... you haven't been writing to me or calling me because of this?"

Hermione Granger.

Sherlock's friend at Hogwarts.

She was the first classmate to know Sherlock.

The two had met at the Leaky Cauldron before school started last year.

After school officially started, they went from being "acquaintances" to acquaintances who could call each other by name because of their shared interest in hanging out in the library.

When Sherlock rescued Hermione from the troll on Halloween night, the two officially became friends.

Both of them are wizards who come from Muggle families, and their family addresses are all in the Greater London area, so the relationship between their parents is also very good.

That is why, when Hermione and her family finished their journey and arrived at the King's Road, Mrs. Holmes asked her directly to come to Sherlock.

"Children have their own topics to talk about, so we adults shouldn't get involved."

"Yeah, yeah, just let Hermione go straight to Sherlock."

Mr. Holmes echoed this.

Mrs. Granger naturally had no objection to this, as she also liked this observant little boy.

Especially after hearing from Hermione that Sherlock could tell the professional identities of her and her husband when they first met, she praised Sherlock even more.

Mr. Granger frowned slightly.

However, his wife had already given her support, so he couldn't say anything more.

As for Hermione, after getting permission from several adults, she rushed upstairs.

She had been to Sherlock's house more than once, so she naturally knew where his room was.

Mr. Granger couldn't help feeling sad when he saw this scene.

But he was soon pulled aside by Mr. Holmes.

"Come with me, there are some interesting things here..."

"It looks great. Did you buy a new car?"

"What new car? It's even more exciting than that. Come with me!"

"..."

Mr. Granger was pulled aside by Mr. Holmes with a reluctant look on his face. However, after seeing the wizard chess, he was quickly attracted by this magical item from the wizarding world.

He thought he was a good chess player, so he immediately started playing against Mr. Holmes.

The result is obvious.

The chess pieces that seemed to be moving did not obey Mr. Granger's commands at all, making him dizzy.

"Hey, don't send me there. Haven't you seen his bishop?"

"Listen to me, send it, even if it dies, it doesn't matter."

"How dare you kill my horse!"

"..."

The two grown men were playing chess while the two ladies were sitting together drinking tea and chatting quietly.

Shortly after the summer vacation began, the Granger family of three went on a trip abroad.

When they returned, they did not go back to their home immediately, but planned to stop by Holmes's house on the way.

On the one hand, Mrs. Granger had a lot of travel experiences to share with her good friend Mrs. Holmes.

On the other hand, Hermione plans to ask Sherlock for advice on some matters related to magic.

Although she had ranked first in her grade at the end of last semester, she knew very well that in some courses she was far behind Sherlock.

Both in theory and practice.

Until now, there are still many things she doesn't understand.

In this situation, the mother and daughter immediately made a decision to go to Holmes's house first!
It just so happened that King's Road was on their way home.

Although Mr. Granger wanted to object, unfortunately, his wife and daughter had already reached a consensus, and he knew very well that his objection would be invalid.

I just accepted this result.

In this way, the two fathers, two mothers, and two children are paired up to complete the combination.

But Hermione didn't expect that she would see such an exciting scene as soon as she went upstairs.

On the other hand, Sherlock continued to move the scalpel in his hand in an orderly manner after hearing Hermione's words.

It was as if her voice was just an insignificant breeze that couldn't have any effect on him at all.

Seeing Sherlock's expression, Hermione, who was originally a little excited about meeting her friend after a long time, immediately lost her face.

The corners of her mouth turned downwards, and the light in her eyes dimmed a little.

But that was only a moment.

Soon, she raised her voice, with obvious dissatisfaction in her voice:
"Sherlock, I'm talking to you!"

After saying that, she pressed a small box onto the table beside her, making a dull "bang" sound.

As for her, she crossed her arms over her chest, took a step forward angrily, and her cheeks flushed slightly with anger.

However, this is of no use.

Sherlock still ignored it. Not only did he stare at the toad, but he also did not stop moving his hands at all.

"Sherlock, you..."

After waiting for a moment, until Hermione could no longer bear the tantrum, Sherlock finally put down the scalpel.

He first gently moved his neck, which had become stiff from holding the same position for so long, making a crackling sound. Then he straightened up and spoke slowly:
"Belgium or the Netherlands?"

"What did you say?"

Hermione was still angry and asked a question subconsciously.

Sherlock stretched his back again, which was a little stiff from sitting for a long time, and then took a clean white cloth and gently wiped the blood off his fingers.

His movements were graceful and calm, and he said as he wiped:
"My dear Hermione, I hope you had a very fruitful journey—I take it you went to Belgium or Holland?"

Although it was a question, when Sherlock said it, it sounded affirmative.

Upon hearing this, Hermione's anger, which was about to continue, was instantly extinguished.

After spending a whole year with Sherlock, she already had a very good understanding of Sherlock's abilities.

But even so, she was still shocked by Sherlock's words.

She looked at Sherlock with an uncertain expression, her eyes flashing with shock.
"How...how do you know? I haven't told you a word yet!"

After saying this, she thought of Sherlock's past actions and quickly lowered her head to look at herself carefully.

He looked up and down, left and right, front and back, as if trying to find out what marks on his body had led Sherlock to make this inference.

Unfortunately...I can't tell.

By this time Sherlock had finished packing up his stuff.

He approached Hermione slowly with steady steps, "Your skin has become darker, the result of being outdoors for a long time.

And your skirt, shoes, and luggage... they all told me this.

It's obvious that you've cleaned them, but without using any spells, a trace is still left.

First of all, there is no doubt that this mud stain is not from London.

Secondly, it is dark in color and has a slight gritty quality.

This means that it is close to many river estuaries and the ocean, and is repeatedly washed and infiltrated by sea water, making the soil extremely salty.

After drying up, not only does the color become so dark, but the sand and gravel will also adhere to it due to salt crystallization, giving it such a unique texture.

Adding to your travel time, only the border area between Belgium and the Netherlands meets this condition.

Besides, there's your coat."

He leaned closer to Hermione, lowered his head slightly, and sniffed gently.

This action made Hermione blush slightly, and the blush quickly spread from her cheeks to her ears.

But soon, her attention was drawn to Sherlock's next words.

(End of this chapter)