Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 136 I object

Although Hermione felt helpless about what the three boys had done during the holiday, fortunately she had finally returned from her journey.

Finally, I can have a good discussion about magic with Sherlock.

Although she was the top student in the grade, Hermione knew that there was still a big gap between her and Sherlock, the real top student in the grade.

Not to mention, even the flying spell in the defense of the Philosopher's Stone last year, I still can't use it.

Not only that, in the past year, she needed Sherlock's guidance most of the time when studying magic.

Correspondingly, if Sherlock didn't want to look up information, he would ask her and treat her as a human database.

However, Sherlock's questions are often unpopular, which requires Hermione to read a lot in order to provide Sherlock with knowledge in time when he needs it.

"By the way, I'm sure you've finished your summer homework?"

After getting rid of the negative emotions in her mind, Hermione finally got to the point.

However, Sherlock did not answer her question, but instead asked, "You said Harry didn't reply to my letters. How many letters did you write to him in total?"

"Five," Hermione tilted her head, "What's wrong?"

At this moment, she obviously didn't realize why Sherlock asked this question.

After getting the answer, Sherlock stood up and walked to the window. Under Hermione's surprised gaze, he opened the window and shouted downstairs:

"Watson!"

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, a beautiful owl flapped its wings and flew into the room.

After seeing Hermione, it immediately jumped over and pecked the back of her hand as a friendly gesture.

Hermione could only smile bitterly at this.

Sherlock took out a piece of paper and began to write furiously.

As he wrote, he said to Hermione:

"Ron wrote me a letter a while ago saying that Harry hadn't replied to his letter."

Hermione, who was caressing Watson, looked thoughtful upon hearing this: "You mean..."

"Something's not right. Let's give it a try. We should get results soon."

Sherlock finished writing the letter, took Watson from Hermione, and gave it a few instructions:
"Hurry up, my old friend."

Watson let out a clear whistle and flapped his wings to fly away.

As soon as Watson left, Hermione immediately took the opportunity to discuss summer homework with Sherlock.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that what she was doing was not good.

Just as last term was coming to an end, almost all the first-year Gryffindor students found her.

He said he would send her a letter during the summer vacation and hoped that she would reply.

Not only that, even some Hufflepuff students did the same thing.

Although Hermione agreed to all of them, she was very clear in her mind.

Each of them is clearly doing this for their own homework.

Otherwise, why wouldn't the Ravenclaw students come?

And if it weren't for the fact that Slytherin and Gryffindor have always been at odds, they would have definitely rushed over as well.

Oh, she saw through it!

But now, it seems that what I do is no different from what they do?
However, when Hermione heard that Sherlock had already completed all the homework and began to share his thoughts with her, she immediately threw this idea aside.

No matter what, first come first served.

You know, Sherlock has now completed even the course assignments that he was not very interested in before.

This made Hermione excited and understood at the same time.

Who is Sherlock?

As a person living in the 20th century, I didn't even know about the heliocentric theory.

You will only learn knowledge that you think is useful, and don’t learn knowledge that is useless.

But now, no matter whether it is useful or not, I have to learn it first.

It seems that the case of the Greek translator has a greater impact on Shylock than imagined.

As Hermione chatted with Sherlock, she lost track of time.

Until Watson flew back.

Hermione couldn't help but startled, "So soon?"

"It was really quick," Sherlock shook his head. "Less than twenty minutes."

"what?"

Hermione was surprised.

She originally thought that she was immersed in academic exchanges with Sherlock, so she felt that time passed very quickly.

But now it seems that Watson is really fast.

Sherlock did give some instructions, but even so, is Watson really that determined?
Why have I never seen my owl work so hard?

At this time, Sherlock had picked up Watson and was examining him carefully.

The most noticeable thing was, of course, that the letter tied to its leg was missing.

Apparently, Harry received the letter, but he didn't reply to it in the same way he did to Hermione and Ron... That's weird!

Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world, the boy who lived.

He might not reply to Hermione and Ron, but there was no way he wouldn't reply to himself.

Come to think of it, Harry had only written himself two letters since the holidays began.

This is also not in line with his character.

and so……

Careless.

I was completely immersed in my own affairs during this period and ignored this point.

Thinking of this, Sherlock's eyes suddenly became sharp. "Something is wrong. Harry didn't receive the letter you wrote to him before."

"What's the reason?"

Hearing Sherlock say this, Hermione couldn't help but ask.

"Time," Sherlock said firmly. "Although Surrey and Greater London are adjacent, Watson normally can't complete the round trip from here to Privet Drive in twenty minutes."

"Didn't you make it go faster?"

Sherlock:

After asking this question, Hermione realized that she had made a stupid mistake and couldn't help sticking out her tongue.

Ignoring Hermione's cute behavior, Sherlock pointed at Watson and explained:

"Look here, there are some fibers on Watson's paw, which came from some old rags.

Also, the feathers on its wings were abnormal - Harry had never been in the habit of holding it tightly with his arms.

This means that someone intercepted Watson and took away the letter I just wrote to Harry.

Also, this person is wearing shabby clothes, is short, and has slender limbs. This is all I can infer now."

This time, Hermione started nodding repeatedly without Sherlock analyzing the reason.

"You're right, if that's the case, we should quickly seek help from the professors!

Professor McGonagall will certainly be willing to help us, as will Professor Flitwick. Of course, it would be best to go directly to Mr. Dumbledore..."

Just as Hermione was counting on her fingers, wondering which professor Sherlock and she should ask for help, Sherlock shook his head and said, "It won't work."

"what?"

"Since letters to Harry will be intercepted, then letters to professors will be intercepted as well - if it were me, I would definitely do the same."

"Who is it?"

Hermione stood up, her eyes becoming sharp at this moment:
"What is the other party's purpose? Why are they targeting Harry?"

When she said this, a hint of fear suddenly flashed in her eyes.

She lowered her voice and said to Sherlock, "Could it be... Voldemort's minions?"

Hermione, like Sherlock and Harry, originally knew nothing about Voldemort and was one of the few people who could pronounce this name calmly.

But as the saying goes, the older you are in the world, the less courageous you are.

The more you know, the more ignorant you feel.

As Hermione learned more about the wizarding world, it was no longer as natural for her to mention Voldemort's name as it was a year ago.

You know, that was the Dark Lord who ruled the wizarding world for more than ten years, and until now wizards dared not say his name!
Not to mention that he personally killed hundreds of wizards - it's terrifying just to think about it!
There was one thing Hermione was too embarrassed to tell others.

After following Sherlock and Harry to save the Philosopher's Stone, I couldn't sleep for several nights in a row.

Because the horrific scene of Voldemort stuck to the back of Quirrell's head could not be shaken off his mind.

Until Quirrell was reduced to ashes.

Only after Dumbledore himself said that Voldemort was now and would remain in a weak state for a long time did her sleep gradually return to normal.

But even though Voldemort was in a weak state, once he thought of this incident, the scene from last year immediately appeared in his mind.

After hearing Hermione's words, Sherlock did not give a clear answer.

His chin rested on his clasped hands, and his grey eyes sparkled.

Hermione now knew that this was Sherlock's habitual action when he was thinking, so she just sat aside obediently and didn't disturb him.

About five minutes later, Sherlock suddenly stood up.

Hermione looked at Sherlock.

Sherlock also looked at her.

"Hermione, I'm going to go out now. I would be very grateful if you could come with me."

When Hermione heard this, the adventurous gene in her bones suddenly made her eyes light up, "Let's go, let's go!"

Sherlock smiled.

He knew Hermione would definitely come with him.

After making the decision, Sherlock immediately told his parents that he planned to take Hermione out.

When Mrs. Granger heard that Sherlock and Hermione were going out to see friends together, she was a little hesitant at first.

She knew the friend Sherlock was talking about.

I saw him at Holmes's last Christmas, and at the railway station during the June holiday.

He looks quite honest and not the type to cause trouble.

The problem was that the other party's home was in Surrey.

Although it's not far from here, it's not very close either.

However, when she heard Sherlock take the initiative to ask Mr. Holmes to accompany him throughout the trip, she felt relieved.

Ever since he met Mrs. Holmes at the Leaky Cauldron last summer, they had hit it off very well.

By now, she had become good friends with Mrs. Holmes.

When Sherlock and Hermione were both at school, she and Mrs. Holmes visited each other's homes more than once.

Mrs. Holmes even made a special trip to her workplace.

The relationship between the two families made her look at Sherlock like her own son.

So when she heard that Mr. Holmes was there to protect the two children, she naturally felt relieved.

After all, this is also a trustworthy gentleman.

"My dear Varita, if Mr. Holmes were to take the children with him, I would certainly have no objection..."

"I object!"

At this moment, Mr. Granger, who was playing wizard chess with Mr. Holmes, suddenly spoke, raised his hand and said in front of everyone's surprised eyes.

(End of this chapter)