Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 149 Cave House

After a good sleep, Hermione felt much more energetic.

Her movements as she woke up caught Harry's attention, and the two of them were soon engaged in another heated discussion.

This time, however, the conversation mostly revolved around what happened after arriving at the Weasley home.

Both of them come from Muggle families and are full of curiosity and anticipation about the daily life of magical families.

For them, even after learning magic knowledge for a year, the wizard's original family is still a mysterious and attractive unknown world to them.

"I heard from Ron that his mother uses magic even when cooking and washing dishes at home."

"Uh...actually, if you think about it carefully, it's not difficult to achieve this through magic. It's a pity that we can't do it."

"Sometimes I really envy Ron because he has a real family."

"Oh, Harry, Ron has actually told me more than once that he envies you."

Hermione noticed that Harry looked a little depressed and tried to comfort him, but she accidentally said the wrong thing:

"You know, because he has five older brothers, he always wanted to be as popular as you."

"I don't need anyone's attention. I just want to see my parents every day."

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

Hermione felt a little regretful, secretly regretting that her mouth was faster than her brain.

Just when the atmosphere was becoming somewhat oppressive, Mr. Granger's voice came again from the front row:
"Hey, kids, I think we're almost there!

But...I seem to be a little lost."

The Weasley family lived outside the village of Ottery St. Catchpole in Devon.

For Mr. Granger, finding this place on the winding country road was a bit difficult, but it was still within an acceptable range.

But after arriving at the Holy Village, he couldn't help but look confused.

Before our eyes are rolling hills, with fertile grasslands and lush greenery spreading between them.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the grass waves surged layer by layer - it didn't look like a place where anyone lived at all.

When the car slowed down, the surroundings became too quiet.

Just then, Mr. Granger heard his daughter sound as if she had said something wrong to Harry, with a hint of embarrassment in her tone.

He quickly spoke out to help.

As soon as the words fell, Sherlock's voice came from the back row:

"Just keep going down that road."

His tone was clear and firm, and to Harry and Hermione it sounded like the sound of nature.

They both turned their heads, and the tense expressions on their faces relaxed instantly.

"Sherlock, you're finally awake!"

"My friends, I am not asleep."

"Of course I know, but you looked like you were asleep just now."

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and said this in a feigned anger, in an attempt to cover up her embarrassment.

Hearing this, Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth: "I have to admit, you are right."

At this time, Mr. Holmes also slowly woke up.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw the interaction between his son and Hermione through the rearview mirror. His eyes were full of doting and he couldn't help but smile gently.

"Hey man, you finally woke up!"

Hearing Mr. Granger's somewhat unhappy tone, Mr. Holmes immediately turned to his right and asked with concern:

"Do you need me to replace you?"

"No need, we'll be there soon!"

Mr. Granger replied unhappily, his voice tinged with excitement and relief at finally reaching their destination.

As Sherlock had said, he kept his hands steady on the steering wheel and continued driving steadily along the road.

As the car slowly moved forward, something magical happened.

It was clearly an endless grassland before, but for some reason, it was as if they had switched movie scenes, and the scenery in front of them suddenly became richer.

Soon, the fields were spread out in an orderly manner like a carefully drawn green puzzle.

Clusters of trees form dark patterns, like mysterious symbols on the earth.

"Is this magic? It's truly amazing!"

Both Mr. Holmes and Mr. Granger looked surprised.

For them, this scene was really too magical.

After walking forward for a while, several figures appeared in their sight.

The most attractive thing is their hair, which shines bright red in the sun like a burning flame.

From this point of view alone, the other party's identity is self-evident.

It was the Weasleys.

After learning that Sherlock and his friends were coming, the family arrived at the intersection early to wait.

"The little ones' friends are here to welcome us!"

There was joy in Mr. Holmes' voice.

Sherlock and Hermione's father had both seen Ron, so they recognized him immediately. Under the enthusiastic guidance of the Weasley twins, Mr. Granger carefully drove the car into a dilapidated garage.

The garage door was half-open, drooping limply like an elderly man.

As soon as everyone got off the car, Ron was the first to rush up.

He opened his arms and gave Sherlock, Harry, and Hermione each a big hug.

"My dear friends, I miss you so much!"

Seeing Ron's genuine emotion, both parents smiled warmly.

There was no need for any introduction from others. The five people who came here recognized Mr. Weasley and his wife at a glance.

Arthur Weasley stood there, making a very deep first impression.

He is tall and thin, with slightly messy red hair.

Although he was a little bald on the top of his head, the remaining hair was the same red as his children's, and it shone with a unique luster in the sunlight.

At this moment, there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes.

Because it was the first time a Muggle came to visit their home, their curiosity was even more obvious, like a child who had discovered a new toy.

As for Mrs. Weasley, I've seen her at the train station during the holidays this year.

She was a short woman with a slightly plump figure, and standing next to her husband, she formed a sharp contrast.

She has a round face and gentle eyes. Compared with her husband, she looks kind and gentle, which makes people feel close to her.

As soon as Mr. Holmes got out of the car, he took the initiative to step forward and extended his right hand towards Mr. Weasley:
"You must be little Ron's parents, right? Nice to meet you."

Mr. Weasley, seeing Mr. Holmes taking the initiative, seemed even more enthusiastic than he was.

He shook Mr. Holmes with both hands and turned to Mr. Granger.
"Ah, this is the first time a Muggle has been here - welcome to The Burrow!"

Cave house?
Hearing this name, Sherlock frowned slightly.

His eyes swept over the Weasley family like a scanner, and it didn't take long before he deduced a lot of useful information from them.

A tall, thin, balding man in his early 40s. Judging from his slightly bent back and tired demeanor, his family's financial situation is poor. The curiosity in his eyes suggests he's eager to explore the unknown. He's been working overtime a lot lately, and his dark circles are almost as dark as mine.

A plump, petite woman in her early 40s. The apron she wore and the warm aura she exuded suggested she valued family. Her hands were rough from years of hard work, and there were traces of food stains between her nails, suggesting she was skilled in cooking. The gentle smile she gave her husband when their eyes met just now indicated their deep affection—they were probably eating sausages not long ago.

Sherlock was already very familiar with Percy and the Weasley twins who were prefects.

Not to mention Ron, there's no need to analyze these four people anymore.

but……

Percy actually found a girlfriend?

This was unexpected news. Judging from the behavior of other Weasley family members, they were unaware of this.

In addition, the remaining little girl also caught his attention.

She hid behind Mrs. Weasley like a timid little rabbit, with only half of her head showing, looking very timid.

But he would stick his head out from time to time, his eyes sparkling, looking at everyone curiously.

The shy little girl, who had dressed up carefully, had her hair combed neatly and pinned with a beautiful hairpin. She took today's meeting very seriously. Judging from the way she kept stealing glances at Harry, she must be particularly concerned about one of us.

After observing the members of the Weasley family, Sherlock turned his gaze to the Weasley yard.

If he had not known magic, he might have found it difficult to understand how this building was built.

It's clearly several stories high, but the rooms are stacked together crookedly, like a pile of randomly stacked building blocks, and each layer seems to be challenging the limits of gravity.

Even if you use building blocks to build it this way, it will probably collapse in an instant.

Not to mention that this is a real house, it is simply not in line with scientific common sense.

But after studying magic for a year, he could already tell that this must have been a large pigpen made of stones.

On this basis, the small building we have today was built purely by magical means.

So, it’s really like building blocks, piling up one house at a time.

There was a sign stuck diagonally in front of the house, and it said "The Burrow House" that the Weasleys had just mentioned.

It does fit the unique and slightly simple appearance of the house.

As Ron followed the Weasleys inside, his pace slowed down.

He lowered his head slightly, with a hint of discomfort on his face, and asked his three friends:
"It's not very good here."

His voice was a little small and a little nervous, as if he was afraid of hearing a bad answer.

"It's really great."

Harry's eyes lit up and a genuine smile spread across his face.

In his opinion, this place was infinitely better than the depressing and dull environment of Privet Drive.

It can be said that the state of vigorous vitality and flourishing of all things is right before our eyes.

Hermione also nodded vigorously and looked around, her eyes full of curiosity and appreciation.

“Although it’s called a cave house, it does have a unique flavor.”

Ron could naturally tell that his two friends were speaking from the heart, and a look of relief finally appeared on his face.

When the three of them looked at Sherlock, he paused for a moment and gave a fair evaluation:

"It's really not very good."

Harry: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

Hermione: (/▽＼)
Ron: (;Д`)
(End of this chapter)