Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 140 Harry: The moment Sherlock appeared...

The rain keeps falling.

The atmosphere was not harmonious.

Under the same roof...

Vernon Dursley's face was twisted slightly in displeasure.

He stared at the group of uninvited guests who had suddenly arrived, and the annoyance in his heart was about to overflow.

Unfortunately, Mr. and Mrs. Mason were there too, so no matter how angry he was, he couldn't just kick the guests out.

That will give people the impression that you don't know etiquette.

For this reason, he could only suppress his dissatisfaction, force a smile that was uglier than crying, and greet everyone stiffly with his wife.

On the contrary, their son Dudley was very interested in the parents of his cousin's classmates, and his eyes looked at Mr. Holmes and Mr. Granger from time to time.

Mr. Dursley was not good at hiding his emotions.

This can be seen from his big hands that are constantly rubbing in front of him.

Even so, he was still somewhat relieved in his heart.

That's because he had just learned the identity of Sherlock and Hermione's father not long ago.

Sherlock's father, Mr. Holmes, comes from a family of country gentlemen, and his every move exudes aristocratic calmness.

Hermione's father, Mr. Granger, is a dentist and exudes the competence of a professional.

These two gentlemen spoke very well and their every movement was graceful and elegant as they talked with Mr. and Mrs. Mason.

He was completely different from the "crazy" wizard parents that Uncle Vernon had in mind, and actually seemed remarkably normal.

In comparison, James, the husband of his unfortunate sister-in-law, although he had only met her a few times, was just like a lowly gangster who was not presentable.

Uncle Vernon couldn't help but hum in his heart as he thought about this, and his originally furrowed brows relaxed a little.

At this moment, Mrs. Mason suddenly raised her hand and gently covered her cheek, a look of pain on her face.

She whispered to Mr. Mason that her teeth had been aching since she got up this morning and she was wondering whether she should see a doctor.

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Mr. Granger.

Since Mr. Granger had just introduced himself, the meaning of her action was self-evident.

Mr. Granger was secretly amused.

He looked at Harry's Uncle Vernon and saw that the latter was looking at him with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Out of the principle of helping his daughter, he politely leaned forward slightly, with a professional and gentle smile on his face, and took the initiative to ask about Mrs. Mason's symptoms.

Mrs. Mason seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and quickly described it in detail.

After some questioning, Mr. Granger immediately determined that her symptoms were most likely an acute attack of chronic apical periodontitis.

Although the tooth appears to be intact on the surface, there is actually a problem with the root.

Even the tooth nerve may have died.

Of course, further diagnosis requires the assistance of professional instruments.

However, according to Mr. Granger's experience, root canal treatment is likely to be required.

Mr. Granger spoke clearly, his every word exuding professionalism.

This made Mr. and Mrs. Mason nervous and they asked about the detailed process of root canal treatment.

The two of them chatted back and forth, raising questions one after another, and Mr. Granger patiently answered them one by one.

For a moment, all the attention in the living room was on them.

The Dursleys, who were originally the hosts, were now left aside and had no say.

However, Harry's Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were not at all dissatisfied.

The two of them looked at each other, and when their eyes met, they caught a glimpse of relief in each other's eyes.

I originally thought that Harry's parents came to cause trouble, but now it seems that they are here to help solve the problem.

With this little episode, the originally depressing atmosphere in the living room gradually became harmonious.

The initial tension and silence were replaced by soft conversation.

I don't know when the rain stopped.

The sunlight also quietly penetrated the clouds, and sprinkled into the living room, bringing some warmth.

As for Sherlock and Hermione, they followed Harry as soon as he entered the room, taking advantage of the gap between the adults' conversation, and walked briskly to the bedroom that belonged to him.

As soon as Sherlock entered the room, he took a look around the room as usual and said:
"This was originally a room used for storing miscellaneous items. No one has lived here for years, and you've only been here for less than a year."

"You are right, my dear Sherlock."

Only God knows how excited Harry was when he saw Sherlock and Hermione's sudden visit.

I was just thinking about what would happen if Sherlock could come here at this time.

I didn't expect Sherlock to actually come!
At this moment, Harry felt that even the air in the room was sweet.

The look he gave Sherlock and Hermione was so intense that even Hermione felt a little overwhelmed.

"I forgot to tell you before, it happened last year, a little later than now.

They moved me from the cupboard here so I wouldn't receive any letters from Hogwarts.

This house was originally used by my cousin Dudley to store the toys and other things that didn’t fit in his bedroom.”

At this point, Harry couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Ha! Ha! But it was no use. Hagrid finally found me and handed me the admission notice personally."

"Oh, Harry..."

Hearing this, Hermione couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Her parents loved her very much, so it was hard for her to imagine how miserable it must have been for a child to live in a cupboard for ten years.

"Even so, our Headmaster Dumbledore thought that Harry had been living 'very well' at his aunt's house for the past ten years."

"What? Mr. Dumbledore, how could he?" Hermione covered her mouth with her hands in surprise when she heard Sherlock's words, with an incredible look on her face.

Did Dumbledore have some misunderstanding about 'living well'?
If this is considered a good life, then how miserable was his childhood!

At this time, Sherlock turned his attention to the elf Dobby.

"Harry, is that what you were talking about?"

As Sherlock said this, the three of them surrounded the house-elf Dobby, and six eyes stared at it condescendingly.

Especially Sherlock and Hermione.

In the short time they had just followed Harry from the hall to the second floor, the two had already learned from Harry that this guy was the culprit who intercepted their letters.

Seeing this magical creature with her own eyes, Hermione couldn't help but look at Sherlock with admiration.

Old clothes, short stature, small limbs...

All matched.

The only difference is that the elf is not wearing old clothes, but an old pillowcase.

But it's pretty close.

"Dear friends of Mr. Harry Potter!

Please persuade the great and respected Harry Potter not to go to school!"

Dobby said, and just like he had done to Harry before, he bowed deeply to Sherlock and Hermione, his long nose almost touching the ground.

“It’s really polite!”

Hermione said in surprise.

Harry:

Yes, that's very - polite!
Harry suppressed the urge to speak and looked at Sherlock expectantly.

When Sherlock and Hermione arrived at Privet Drive in person, Dobby knew that it was no use intercepting their letters.

I don't know what it was thinking. It didn't leave immediately, but stayed to meet Sherlock and Hermione.

He even planned to persuade the two of them to help him persuade Harry not to go to school.

How do you describe this behavior?

It’s so fascinating!
but it does not matter.

From the moment Sherlock appeared in front of him, Harry had only one feeling in his heart.

The overall situation is decided!

As long as Sherlock came, whether Dobby was there or not had no impact on the whole thing.

Anyway, he had just told Sherlock what had happened in a concise manner, so now all he had to do was believe him.

Sherlock looked Dobby up and down, then spoke:
"You want us to help you persuade Harry not to go to school? Why?"

"Yes, sir! Because someone wants to harm the great and respected Harry Potter! Harry Potter cannot take any risks, he is too important!"

"Who is that man you're talking about? Voldemort?"

Hermione couldn't help but ask.

Hearing the name, Dobby shuddered and his body began to shake violently.

It covered its ears with its hands and groaned in pain:

"Oh, don't say that name, ma'am! Please don't say that name!"

Hermione was shocked when she saw this. Is this elf's PTSD towards Voldemort so severe?
"Hug, sorry..."

"Why, why can even Harry Potter's friends call out the You-Know-Who's name so casually?

No, not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, ma'am."

"Who is that?"

"No, Dobby can't tell!"

It jumped up as it spoke.

Once again, Hermione was startled by Dobby's actions.

Harry, who was already experienced, shouted, "Quick, stop it! It's going to hurt itself again!"

Sherlock was prepared and acted quickly, pulling Dobby's head back before it hit the wall.

"interesting."

After stopping Dobby, Sherlock thought for a moment, turned around and whispered a few words to Hermione's ear.

This slightly intimate gesture made Hermione blush slightly.

But it was quickly replaced by surprise: "Sherlock, are you sure?"

Looking at Sherlock's determined eyes, Hermione nodded and quickly left the room.

"Where did that lady go?"

Dobby asked with some alarm as he saw Hermione leave.

"Don't worry about it. She's gone to do something small. I want to ask you another question now."

As Dobby looked around, Sherlock stared into its eyes. "Tell me, who is your master?"

Upon hearing this, Dobby went crazy again, jumped up and wanted to hit his head against the wall.

Unfortunately, Sherlock caught him.

Dobby didn't give up yet, and quickly reached out to grab the lamp beside the bed.

Harry, who had suffered a loss once, was quick to take the lamp away before it could.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

This time... I finally managed to prevent it.

(End of this chapter)