Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 139: Are you sick?

Chapter 139: Are you sick?
Although he didn't know what a house-elf was, seeing that it had no intention of harming him, Harry felt a little relieved and continued to ask:

"Is there any particular reason you're here?"

"Oh, yes, sir."

The elf who called himself Dobby looked at Harry with eager eyes and said, "Dobby is here to tell you, sir... It's hard to say, sir... Dobby doesn't know where to begin..."

Seeing it unable to speak clearly, Harry sighed and pointed at the bed: "You should sit down and talk first."

It was originally just an ordinary sentence.

Unexpectedly, the elf named Dobby suddenly burst into tears after hearing this.

This startled Harry because it made such a loud noise.

"Sh-!"

Harry quickly stopped them and took action himself, leading Dobby to sit on the bed.

With Harry's comfort, Dobby finally calmed down.

He gazed at Harry with great respect out of his large, tearful eyes.

"No wizard has ever asked Dobby to sit down—as an equal—"

"You probably haven't met many decent wizards."

When Harry said this, his original intention was still to make the other person happy.

Unexpectedly, Dobby suddenly jumped up after hearing this.

Then he started banging his head against the window, yelling:
"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

Harry was stunned.

He never expected that the other party would do such a thing, so he was unable to react in the first moment.

Fortunately, thanks to Sherlock's training, he is now more agile than he was a year ago. After just a few seconds of hesitation, he jumped up and pulled Dobby back to the bed.

At this moment, Harry even heard the voice downstairs, Uncle Vernon, who was laughing and talking, became a little stuttering.

Oops, they heard it!
Victory is at hand.

He said that he couldn't let this guy who suddenly appeared ruin his good deeds.

"Come on—what are you doing?"

"Dobby is going to punish himself, sir."

Dobby the elf said that due to the strong impact, his eyes had already met each other and blood began to ooze out of his head.

However, he didn't care and kept scolding himself: "Bad Dobby, bad Dobby! Dobby is such a bad elf!"

"Quiet, I told you to be quiet, do you hear me?"

Harry felt very aggrieved. He really wanted to shout at Dobby with a voice that could drown him out, but he was worried that people downstairs would hear him.

So I could only stop the other person in a stern voice while lowering my voice.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"Dobby wants to say... Harry Potter can't go back to Hogwarts."

Harry, who was originally feeling a little aggrieved, was stunned for a moment.

The room became quiet in an instant.

He could even hear the clinking of knives and forks downstairs and Uncle Vernon snoring as he ate.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Harry shook his head repeatedly: "I don't belong here, I belong to another world."

However, Dobby shook his head even harder than Harry did, and his ears snapped and rang.

"No! Harry Potter must stay somewhere safe. He is so great and so kind, we cannot lose him.

If Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts, his life will be in danger."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"Conspiracy... There is a huge conspiracy. The most terrifying thing will happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year."

"What terrible thing?"

Harry asked immediately, and subconsciously said the name that scared the entire wizarding world.

"Who's behind this? Voldemort?"

Hearing the name, the elf gasped.

Just as Harry was about to correct himself, it jumped up again and banged its head against the wall frantically.

Fortunately, Harry was prepared and quickly stopped it.

Next, he tried many times to communicate with the house-elf who called himself Dobby, trying to figure out who wanted to harm him.

However, what left him speechless was that this little elf was simply unyielding.

It all comes down to these few words:

Why can't I go to Hogwarts because I will be in danger?

Harry Potter is a noble and great man, we cannot lose him.

What if Mr. Potter went to Hogwarts, he would lose his life.

But when asked about specific things, this guy kept his mouth shut and refused to say a word.

What’s even more frustrating is that if you ask a few more questions, this guy will bang his head against the wall.

Harry successfully blocked it several times with his agility, but in the end he was careless and failed to defend himself.

Although the elf failed to hit the wall, it jumped out of bed, grabbed the desk lamp and banged it on its head, accompanied by a series of shrill screams.

The downstairs suddenly became quiet.

Apparently, the noise in the room reached downstairs.

Two seconds later, Uncle Vernon's voice rang out:

"Dudley must have forgotten to turn off the TV again, the little rascal!"

When he heard the footsteps, Harry moved so fast that even he himself found it miraculous.

In an instant, he grabbed Dobby and stuffed him into the closet, then turned around and hooked his leg, closing the door directly.

As soon as he fell onto the bed, Uncle Vernon opened the bedroom door.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Uncle Vernon put his face close to Harry's and spoke through gritted teeth.

Harry wanted to explain, but when he opened his mouth he found that he couldn't explain at all.

In the end, he could only admit defeat and silently bear the blame:

"I...I'm sorry...Uncle..."

"I was just getting to the crucial part of the Japanese golfer joke, and you interrupted it..."

Uncle Fu's face flushed red. "If you make any more noise, I'll make you regret giving birth to you, boy!" After saying this, he stomped heavily on the floor and walked out.

After making sure he was gone, Harry pulled Dobby out of the closet.

He could feel Uncle Vernon's anger.

This was because he was as angry as Uncle Vernon.

This guy who calls himself an elf is simply sick!
He said it was for his own good, but when asked specific questions, he just kept repeating the same thing.

What’s even more infuriating is that it would make such a big noise at any time that I couldn’t even speak properly.

He suppressed his anger and said to the elf Dobby patiently:
"You see what's going on here, right?
That's why I have to go back to Hogwarts, back to my friends.

If I stay here any longer, I'll go crazy!"

"What kind of friend is that? He doesn't even write a letter to Harry Potter?"

Dobby, who was released, was actually a little cunning when he said this.

If it were the Harry of the past, he might not have thought there was anything wrong with this statement.

But now Harry has been hanging out with Sherlock for a year.

So he quickly discovered the blind spot.

"How do you know my friend didn't write to me?"

Harry's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"It was you! You intercepted the letter they sent to me?"

"Harry Potter, don't be angry with Dobby—Dobby is all about…"

"How could I not be angry!"

Harry was going crazy.

The truth was revealed, and at this moment he really wanted to throw the culprit out of the window.

"Where's the letter?!"

He asked, trying hard to suppress his anger.

"The letter is here with Dobby, sir."

Dobby pulled a thick sheaf of letters from inside the pillowcase he was wearing.

At this moment, Harry recognized Hermione's neat handwriting, Ron's flamboyant handwriting, and the unique handwriting that he was most familiar with, Sherlock's.

"Master Harry Potter, please don't be angry...

Dobby had hoped...if Harry Potter thought his friends had forgotten him...

Harry Potter may not want to go back to school, sir..."

Dobby continued to explain, but Harry had no intention of listening.

He reached out to grab the letter, but Dobby, who was prepared, jumped nimbly out of Harry's reach.

Harry was completely furious.

"Give me the letter!"

"It seems that Harry Potter is still determined to go to Hogwarts, so Dobby has no other choice."

The two entered a standoff, and Harry was overwhelmed.

At this moment, he even had an idea that seemed absurd just to think about it.

How great would it be if Sherlock could appear here like a god at a time like this?
……

Mr. Holmes's driving skills are not as good as he says.

By the time they arrived at Privet Drive, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

Of course, this is also related to his unfamiliarity with the road conditions.

In addition, it started raining halfway, which made it even more difficult to find the way.

When he arrived at his destination, Sherlock planned to go straight up and knock on the door.

But when he saw a black car parked on the side of the road, he changed his mind.

He greeted the two parents and Hermione, then got out of the car to observe.

Hermione followed without a word.

Mr. Holmes and Mr. Granger looked at each other, and after the former had parked the car, they both got out.

Sherlock finished looking at the car and walked down the path leading to the house.

After just a moment, he turned back and said to himself and Hermione's father:

"Father, Mr. Granger, there are guests at Harry's house. It would be better if you could negotiate for them."

"Of course, my dear Sherlock, that's no problem."

Mr. Holmes smiled and said, "Isn't that what I came here for?"

"That's right, just leave this kind of thing to us."

Having said this, Mr. Granger took the initiative and rang the doorbell.

Meanwhile, in the room, Uncle Vernon was working on his large diamond order:
"Mrs. Mason, tell Penny some jokes about American plumbers. She's always wanted to hear them..."

The sudden ring of the doorbell made him stop abruptly.

Several people at the table looked at each other.

After a moment, Aunt Petunia stood up and went to open the door.

When she saw the tall and handsome Holmes and Mr. Granger, she couldn't help but wonder, "Excuse me, who are you?"

Just then, Sherlock came out from behind his father: "Mrs. Dursley, long time no see, we meet again."

"It's you!"

Mrs. Dursley recognized Sherlock Holmes immediately when she saw him.

It was simply because the other party had left such a deep impression on him.

Last Christmas, the other person was also standing at the door and said something that he has not been able to forget to this day.

"Ma'am, you don't want your husband to lose his job, do you?"

Penny: Σ(｀д′*ノ)ノ

When Sherlock said the same words for the second time in the same tone, Aunt Petunia felt dizzy.