Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 138 I can tell at a glance that you are not human
Harry Potter.

The savior of the magical world, the one who defeated the Dark Lord head-on, and the best friend of Sherlock Holmes.

Even with so many prefixes, he was still helpless when the communication was cut off.

At this time, he couldn't help but miss the days when he was with his good friend Sherlock.

If he were here, he would have figured out a solution long ago, right?
Or maybe I can contact him myself!
As long as Sherlock knew his current situation, he would definitely be able to give a solution even if it was just remote guidance.

Unfortunately, I can’t get in touch with him.

This was also what made Harry the most angry.

He is angry with himself.

As a wizard who grew up in a Muggle family, I actually forgot to ask Sherlock and Hermione for their home phone numbers before the holiday!
In fact, when spending Christmas at Sherlock's house last year, Hermione had left her home phone number - the purpose was to call her when Mycroft showed up.

But he didn't call Hermione later and even forgot her phone number.

Every time Harry thought about this incident recently, he would laugh at his own stupid behavior.

I have only been exposed to the magical world for a year, but I am too dependent on the communication methods of the magical world.

Harry reflected on this seriously.

He finally concluded that it was mainly because he had lived such a bad life with the Dursleys before.

So when Hagrid told him that he was actually a wizard, he quickly accepted this identity.

Especially during his one year at Hogwarts, his identity as the savior of the wizarding world made him feel completely different from the Muggle world.

The sense of identification with the identity of a wizard is also becoming stronger and stronger.

So even some of the most basic common sense has been forgotten.

But now that the matter has been settled, even if I am angry, it can only be helpless rage.

In this situation, Harry can only imitate Sherlock's way of thinking as much as possible.

He had thought about this more than once.

"What would Sherlock do if he were in this situation?"

Harry thought about it for a long time, but still felt helpless.

Because he found that he had no way to put himself into Sherlock's way of thinking.

Even though the other person was his friend, he had to admit that the guy was not a normal person.

Just when Harry was thinking about whether to put on the invisibility cloak and follow Hedwig again.

Things suddenly took a turn for the better.

That morning, Uncle Vernon suddenly announced to his family that he might make the biggest deal of his life today.

This was because he had managed to invite a wealthy builder and his wife to his home for dinner.

Uncle Vernon was certainly not being lenient.

His purpose was to place an order for a large quantity of goods from the other party.

In fact, Sherlock had deduced this when he and Harry came to Privet Drive together during the Christmas holidays last year.

Harry originally thought that the matter was over.

It wasn't until he returned to Privet Drive during the summer vacation that he learned that the builder had broken the contract for some unknown reason.

Although Uncle Vernon was furious, he could only rage helplessly in the face of this situation.

The customer is God, especially when the other party is a super customer like this.

Fortunately, Uncle Vernon had tried his best recently and finally got the big client to agree to come to his house for dinner.

The Dursley family naturally attached great importance to this matter and made careful preparations.

For this reason, Uncle Vernon even promised his nephew, whom he had always disliked:
As long as Harry could stay in his bedroom without making any noise and pretend he wasn't home.

Then Uncle Vernon would drive Harry out himself tomorrow.

But instead of chasing Hedwig, they went directly to Diagon Alley in London.

That’s right, Diagon Alley!

Aunt Petunia had suggested this because Uncle Vernon thought it was foolish to drive after a flying owl.

“Your friend called Holmes… or Holmes?

Didn’t he say that the last time he came to us?

You buy those hair growth products, diet pills and other things at Dai Agong Road, right?

It’s not far from here, you can go to the place where he bought these things and ask for help.”

Harry was surprised and pleased.

I can't follow Hedwig, but... if I could go to Diagon Alley, that would be better than chasing owls!

After all, no one knows where the person who intercepts the owl will make his move.

Moreover, owls are not hindered by terrain when flying in the air, so it is not easy to track a flying animal by driving a car.

But the location of Diagon Alley is fixed. It is right behind the Leaky Cauldron and will not move away.

More importantly, as Aunt Petunia said, once I get there, I will definitely get help from many people.

Whether it's the owner of the Leaky Cauldron or the shop owners in Diagon Alley.

They had been to the wand shop again last Christmas, and Harry thought he and Mr. Ollivander were acquaintances, right?
Why didn’t I think of this solution?
How stupid!
Anyway, since Uncle Vernon was willing to help, Harry was of course happy to cooperate.

Anyway, he didn't want to meet Mr. and Mrs. Mason.

Besides, according to Uncle Vernon, the Masons had no idea he was there.

Let this situation remain.

pretty good.

It was for this reason that when Uncle Vernon was rehearsing tonight's arrangements with Aunt Petunia and Cousin Dudley, Harry was uncharacteristically interested in watching.

Even though every time Uncle Vernon assigned him a task, it was "I stay in my bedroom, don't make any noise, and pretend I'm not at home."

When Harry heard Dudley say, "Mr. Mason, the teacher asked us to write about the person we admire most, and I wrote about you," he actually laughed without hiding his head under the table.

He himself was surprised, this was simply incredible. What's more, Harry even thought that Dudley, who was saying this, had a handsome face.

This proves three things.

1. Harry was in a very good mood.

2. Dudley’s foundation is actually not bad.

3. Special-effect weight-loss drugs are indeed effective.

In a good mood, Harry not only accompanied the Dursleys to complete the rehearsal for the evening guests, but also took the initiative to go to work.

Clean windows, wash the car, mow the lawn, tidy the flower beds, prune and water the roses, repaint the garden benches...

When he was spreading manure in the flower bed, he was so tired that his back and waist ached, and sweat kept flowing down his cheeks.

However, he was extremely happy when he thought that he would be able to reconnect with his good friends from the magic school tomorrow.

It was this joy that greatly diluted the fatigue brought by work, and even lasted until the evening.

Mrs. Dursley's expression was a little complicated when she saw Harry's exhausted appearance.

"No one asked you to do this... Really..."

But she quickly pointed her finger and said sternly:
"Hurry up and eat! The guests are coming soon!"

Harry looked in the direction she pointed and saw dinner already laid out for him on the kitchen table.

Although it is not rich, it is satisfactory.

This inevitably surprised him a little.

I had thought I would only get a few pieces of bread and cheese.

Noticing that Aunt Petunia was already wearing a light orange cocktail dress, Harry said sincerely:
"Aunt, you look so beautiful today."

Even my cousin Dudley is considered handsome, so my mother's sister can naturally become beautiful too.

Aunt Petunia looked at Harry in surprise, then snorted coldly.

"Stop talking nonsense and eat quickly!"

Harry nodded and quickly used the skills he had learned from his good friend Ron to finish his dinner in no time.

As soon as he had finished eating, Aunt Petunia took away his plate and told him to hurry upstairs.

Harry naturally followed suit.

He keenly noticed that when Aunt Petunia turned around, she even hummed a little tune, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Harry was in a good mood too.

As he passed the living room door, he said hello to Uncle Vernon and Dudley, who were both dressed in suits and bow ties.

Dudley waved at him, and Uncle Vernon said to him fiercely:
"Hurry up! Remember, boy—if you dare to make any noise..."

"I promise that such a thing will never happen..."

Harry said quickly, before Uncle Vernon could finish his threat.

Are you kidding? This could be a chance to reconnect with the magical world!

How could he do such a stupid thing?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Harry tiptoed all the way to his bedroom door, slipped in quietly, and closed the door.

He was ready to throw himself on the bed and sleep till dawn.

Anyway, I don’t have the habit of snoring, and by the way, I can also wish my uncle success in getting the order in my dream.

However, just as he was about to lie down, he abruptly stopped himself from moving forward.

Because there was already someone sitting on the bed.

The sudden visit of an uninvited guest was surprising enough.

When he saw the other person's appearance clearly, Harry almost screamed.

But thinking of Uncle Vernon's guests coming soon, he forced himself to hold back.

It was because the unknown creature sitting on his bed was short, with a pair of protruding green eyes the size of tennis balls, a long and thin nose, and two large bat-like ears.

The uncovered skin was somewhat similar to the goblin he had seen in Gringotts.

In addition, it was covered in a worn pillowcase with holes in it for the arms and legs.

As if to treat it as a piece of clothing.

Even though he had never seen one before, Harry could tell at a glance that it was not a human!

"Who on earth are you..."

Harry almost blurted out.

But he quickly realized that what he said was not very polite, and then changed his words:
"I mean… who are you and what are you doing here?"

The uninvited guest heard Harry's question, slid off the bed, and bowed deeply to Harry.

The angle was almost ninety degrees, and the slender nose touched the carpet.

"Could it be from Japan?"

Harry couldn't help but frown deeply when he saw this scene.

"Mr. Harry Potter!"

The other party called out Harry's name at the first moment and then introduced himself.

"I am Dobby the house-elf. I have always wanted to meet you, Mr. Potter... It is a great honor to meet you today..."

"I see!"

Harry agreed, but he still didn't know what house-elves were.

At this moment, he couldn't help but envy his good friend Hermione.

If she were here, she would definitely know what it was - she seemed to have eaten the textbook.

(End of this chapter)