Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 148 Definitely next time

July 1991, 7, Harry Potter's birthday.

In order to avoid the admission notice delivered by owl, Harry's uncle Vernon took his family to a small house on a reef on the sea.

But Rubeus Hagrid, the keeper of the keys to Hogwarts, still found this place.

Vernon insulted Dumbledore when he heard Hagrid say that Harry would be going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry instead of Stonewall Academy, as they had originally planned.

This made Hagrid furious, and he conjured a pig's tail onto Dudley's butt.

A man suddenly grew a pig's tail. As you can imagine, Dudley jumped and screamed in pain.

In this matter alone, it was indeed Uncle Vernon who was at fault.

But looking back now, Harry felt that Hagrid's revenge of giving Darien a pig's tail was a bit too much.

Especially learning from Dudley about his experiences after he grew this tail.

From that day on, Dudley, who lived with a pig's tail, was afraid of being laughed at. He didn't go out for a whole month and even had to have his pants specially made.

For a 12-year-old boy, this was a bit too cruel.

It was not until September 9, after dropping Harry off at King's Cross Station, that the Dursleys took Dudley to a private hospital to have his pig's tail removed.

This also made Harry very happy.

You know, Hagrid once said to him, "I wanted to turn him into a pig, but maybe he's already too much of a pig, so there's no need to change him anymore."

Don't be fooled by Hagrid's kindness to you, he is actually a scary guy!
There is no need to mention the past.

Now, with the help of Sherlock, Harry and Dudley have repaired their relationship and finally become like normal cousins.

But for Harry, Dudley consumed the food a little too quickly.

Even his good friend Ron is slightly inferior to him.

So when Harry saw Dudley looking at him eagerly, he couldn't help but feel a headache.

By now, he had no stock left.

Sherlock couldn't do anything about it.

Make bricks without straw.

During his year at Hogwarts, he had already seen all kinds of food in the wizarding world.

He usually doesn't carry these snacks with him unless he needs them.

Seeing Dudley's somewhat depressed look, Harry couldn't help but feel embarrassed and blurted out:

"Well...next time for sure!"

"I have some here."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Hermione suddenly spoke, grabbed a handful of candy and handed it to Harry.

Harry took it and looked at it, and was immediately surprised and happy.

"Blowing Super Bubble Gum?!"

It's a popular brand of bubble gum that lets you blow bluebell-colored bubbles that float around the room for days without bursting.

It can be said to be delicious, novel and fun.

Harry recognized it immediately because it was sold from the food trolley on the Hogwarts Direct train.

For Dudley, although he still didn't know what the difference was between the snacks in the magical world and those in the ordinary world, he couldn't take his eyes off it the moment he saw it.

When Harry stretched out his hand in front of him, he couldn't wait to grab it.

"This will be quick next time, Lao Ha!"

He even thanked Hermione before leaving: "Thank you, pretty lady!"

After Dudley left with joy, Harry also thanked Hermione.

"Thank you, Hermione. I'll return it to you when school starts."

"Harry, we are friends!"

Hermione smiled and shook her head, "Just think of it as a gift from me to your family."

Harry nodded when he heard this and said nothing more.

That's what good friends should be like.

What I said just now was indeed a bit impolite.

After leaving Privet Drive, Mr. Granger took the driver's seat.

Compared to Mr. Holmes, he drove a little slower, but more steadily.

Shortly after the car drove out, Mr. Holmes in the passenger seat tilted his head and soon fell into a deep sleep with even breathing sounds.

In the back row, Sherlock, Harry and Hermione were all in high spirits and not at all sleepy.

After all, they are only twelve or thirteen years old and their bodies have not yet fully grown.

The three of them sat in the back row, with Harry and Hermione sandwiched between Sherlock on either side, so it didn't seem too cramped.

At this moment, Harry's cheeks flushed with excitement and his eyes were shining brightly.

As soon as the car started, he couldn't wait to share with his two friends every detail of his life during this period.

Because of last year's Christmas gift, the Dursleys' attitude towards him had changed.

This time, after Uncle Vernon won that large order for drilling rig production, he even yelled at him less as usual.

Although Aunt Petunia complained constantly, she took good care of Hedwig.

Hedwig's taste for food had become completely spoiled. Not only did she not like dry cat food, but even the game she hunted outside was no longer tasty to her.

And there is cousin Dudley, who is the one in the Dursley family with whom Harry has the best relationship.

Although he had not yet reached the level of a brotherly friend, he would never bully Harry like he did before.

Even calling Harry "Old Harry" became "Old Harry". However, Harry always felt that Dudley's main purpose was to get special slimming pills and snacks from the wizarding world.

It wasn't until this period that Privet Drive truly felt like home to him.

Although that feeling is hard to describe and explain, the friendship between gentlemen is as pure as water.

"Strangely enough, Uncle Vernon originally vowed to buy the villa in Majorca as soon as he got the order.

But after you left last time, you didn’t mention it anymore…”

Harry muttered, his brows furrowed slightly, confusion written all over his face.

You've already secured the order, why did you suddenly change your mind?

Having said that, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at Sherlock beside him.

Harry had fully expected to hear Sherlock's deduction.

Even though Sherlock always explained his reasoning process in a clear and logical manner, he would always slap his head and think that the matter was actually very simple and he could have thought of it himself.

But even so, he still enjoyed it and loved listening to Sherlock's analysis.

However, this time Harry hit a snag.

But Sherlock turned his head to the other side and didn't even look at him.

Harry：ヽ(｀⌒メ)ノ

Okay, okay, Hermione is prettier than me, right?

But he soon discovered that Sherlock was not looking at Hermione, but was staring straight at the receding scenery outside the window.

His eyes were blank and no one knew what he was thinking.

Instead, Hermione was looking at her and listening very attentively.

This is a bit embarrassing.

"Little ones, if you feel tired, just take a nap. We still have a long way to go!"

At this moment, Mr. Granger's gentle voice came from the front row, breaking the brief silence in the carriage.

"I am not sleepy!"

Harry shook his head like a rattle when he heard this.

In his short twelve years of life, except for the year he went to Hogwarts, he never remembered traveling far.

Of course, that didn't include the time Hagrid sent him to Privet Drive as a baby.

Now that he had the opportunity to take such a long journey, he felt full of energy. How could he bear to close his eyes and rest?

To put it in an exaggerated way, it seems that even the air is filled with the smell of freedom!
At first, Hermione could still chat with Harry.

But gradually, Harry found that there was no movement around him.

Turning around, I saw that Hermione had fallen asleep without me noticing.

Harry couldn't help but smile as he looked at the sleeping Hermione.

He turned his gaze to Sherlock again and found that he was still in the same posture, immersed in his own thoughts.

Harry sighed in frustration; this situation wasn't uncommon during his year at Hogwarts.

Whether he comes into contact with new things in the magical world or encounters a difficult puzzle, Sherlock always falls into such deep thinking.

If no one woke him up, he might have stayed like this all day.

Harry naturally didn't intend to disturb Sherlock, but instead concentrated on enjoying the scenery along the way.

Outside the car window, rolling hills, golden wheat fields, and scattered villages unfold like flowing scrolls.

I have to say that Mr. Granger drives the car very smoothly and there is almost no bumpiness.

After an unknown amount of time, Harry inadvertently looked away.

Turning his head, he saw that Hermione's head had rested on Sherlock's shoulder.

Her head tilted slightly in Sherlock's direction, her breathing soft and steady.

There was a sweet smile on her face, perhaps she was dreaming.

Sherlock still looked completely oblivious.

His eyes were looking out the window, his gaze focused, and he was unaware of what was happening around him.

Harry watched this scene and found it so amusing that he almost laughed out loud.

Mr. Granger, who was driving, also caught a glimpse of the scene through the rearview mirror.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but after hesitating several times, he finally sighed softly without making any sound.

The car continued to drive smoothly until it passed a valley, when it suddenly jolted and Hermione was awakened from her sleep.

She opened her eyes drowsily, blinked at first, and then realized that she was leaning on Sherlock's shoulder.

In an instant, two red clouds quickly appeared on her cheeks, and her face turned red from her ears to her neck.

Just then the car jolted again and Hermione quickly took the opportunity to sit up straight.

She was feeling very nervous and wanted to find some words to cover up the embarrassment.

But when I secretly glanced at Sherlock, I saw that he was still in a trance and had no reaction to what had just happened.

Seeing Sherlock in this state, Hermione immediately understood.

After all, he often acted like this when he was hanging out in the library with Sherlock last year.

If she didn't wake him up every time she left, he would probably be kicked out by Madam Pince.

At the moment, he was obviously in that state again.

Thinking of this, Hermione's embarrassment was relieved a lot.

(End of this chapter)