Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 150 From Grass Garden to Garden Gnome

Chapter 150 From Baicao Garden to Garden Gnome

As we all know, Sherlock is not very good at talking.

In other words, since he tells the truth in most cases, he doesn't pay attention to the atmosphere or consider the feelings of the person he is talking to.

So when Ron asked him what he thought of the cave dwelling, Sherlock first looked at the building carefully with a scrutinizing eye and gave a summary evaluation of "really not very good".

Then, in the shocked eyes of his three friends, he said seriously:

"From our observations, we found that the building lacked overall planning, had cramped space, and had limited room heights.

The rooms on the top floor are particularly cramped. I can even imagine that when people walk in, their heads may hit the ceiling.

There are five chimneys on the roof, which means that not every room has a fireplace except the living room and kitchen.

besides……"

"Cough cough..."

Don’t have any more!

Seeing Ron's face turning greener and greener, as if he had eaten booger-smelling Bibimbap beans, Harry coughed twice and reached out to pull at the corner of Sherlock's clothes.

Sherlock looked at Harry in confusion.

"Well, that's enough, let's talk about something else."

Seeing Harry's pleading eyes, Sherlock didn't say anything more.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and both breathed a sigh of relief.

Harry, in particular, was secretly groaning in his heart.

There's nothing I can do. My friend is good in everything except his mouth...

Not to mention the sensitive Ron and the confident and arrogant Hermione.

Even someone as generous as me can't stand his straightforwardness sometimes.

It always takes a long time to think about it afterwards before I can let it go.

Fortunately, only the four of them heard this.

Otherwise, how embarrassing it would be if Mr. and Mrs. Weasley heard it!
Even if they didn't hear it, it wouldn't be nice if the Weasley twins and Percy heard it.

After this little episode, Ron became more cautious and didn't dare to let Sherlock make comments easily.

Otherwise his little heart couldn't bear it.

When the group filed into the backyard, a dilapidated stone house came into view.

The walls of the stone house were covered with moss, and a few tenacious weeds grew in the cracks.

The open door swayed slightly in the wind, making a creaking sound, as if welcoming guests from afar.

Sherlock only had to take a quick glance to determine it was the Weasleys' broom shed.

Behind the broom shed was a large, overgrown garden, which the Weasleys called the Herb Garden.

Including Sherlock, the group of people who came to the cave for the first time saw everything here, and their eyes were full of novelty and excitement.

Everyone's eyes kept wandering among the surrounding scenery, especially Mr. Holmes and Mr. Granger, who would utter soft exclamations from time to time.

Harry thought to himself that this was what a garden should look like - although the Dursleys would certainly not like it.

After all, there are weeds everywhere and the grass needs to be mowed.

But the base of the wall was surrounded by many tangled trees, and all kinds of plants he had never seen before sprang up from every flower bed.

Not to mention the emerald green vegetable plots, the smooth stone well fences, the tall apple trees, and the purple-red knotty vines.

Not to mention the cicadas singing in the leaves, the fat wasps lying on the peony flowers, and the nimble owl suddenly soaring from the grass into the sky.

The area around the big green pond alone is full of fun.

Above the winding pond, there are endless leaves.

The leaves are very high above the water, like the skirt of a graceful dancer.

White flowers are dotted here and there among the layers of leaves.

Some are blooming gracefully, some are shyly budding, just like pearls, like stars in the blue sky, and like beauties just out of the bath.

If you look closely, you can see many frogs jumping around.

Harry's eyes were as big as copper bells, shooting out a shrewd glint like lightning.

He looked around curiously at every corner, as if he wanted to imprint everything here in his mind.

Hermione frowned slightly, and while observing, she kept comparing the differences between wizard families and Muggle families.

When they reached the center of the garden, Mr. Weasley suddenly stopped.

Amidst everyone's puzzled gazes, he cleared his throat and began to explain to Mr. Holmes and Mr. Granger, who were leading the group:

"In the magical world, there is a magical creature called a Gnome, also known as a Garden Gnome.

Whenever you see them in a garden, it usually means there are wizards living nearby."

"Is it such a coincidence? There are gnomes in our garden too."

Mr. Holmes' eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said so.

"Haha, I've seen the kind of things you thought were goblins."

Mr. Weasley was very interested in the Muggle world. After hearing what Mr. Holmes said, the corners of his mouth rose slightly and he naturally took over the conversation.

"They're the little dwarfs with tall, pointed hats. Some of them carry fishing rods, like chubby little Santa Clauses."

As he spoke, he gestured with his hands to imitate the appearance of the dwarfs. His movements were exaggerated and vivid, which made everyone laugh.

"But that's just a garden ornament, nothing like the goblin I'm talking about..."

At this point, Mr. Weasley suddenly revealed a mysterious smile. He turned to one of the Weasley twins, his eyes flashing with anticipation.
"George, go show our guests what our garden gnomes look like!"

"I'm not George, I'm Fred—actually, you say you're our father, but why don't you recognize me as Fred?" "I'm sorry, Fred, dear."

"Ha, just kidding, actually I am George."

Mr. Weasley: (≧≦)

"Stop talking nonsense! Just go when I tell you to. Can't you see the guests are waiting?"

Mrs. Weasley, who was standing by, saw her husband being humiliated, put her hands on her hips, and immediately frowned and scolded him.

Although everyone present was taller than Mrs. Weasley, she was full of imposing presence at this moment.

"Okay, okay... You're such a headache for parents..."

George, who had dared to act rashly in front of his father, only muttered something now, and before Mrs. Weasley could raise her hand, he leaped into the garden like a nimble little monkey.

He crouched down, carefully moving among the flowers, his eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

Under everyone's gaze, George suddenly bent down and buried his head in the peony bushes.

As a violent struggle sounded, the peonies in the garden also trembled along with their branches and flowers.

After a moment, George straightened up under everyone's gaze.

He faced the crowd, stretched out his arms, raised his right hand high, and said with a stern face:
"Look, this is the goblin."

"Let me go! Let me go!"

The creature, held tightly in George's hand, screamed at the top of its lungs, one shrill scream after another, as piercing as a rusty iron door being slammed open, and the screams echoed in the air.

For Sherlock, Harry and Hermione, although they had never seen a goblin in person, fortunately they had learned relevant knowledge in textbooks.

Therefore, he was able to remain calm, but he could not hide the curiosity in his eyes.

Mr. Holmes and Mr. Granger were very different.

The two men stared at the goblin with wide eyes, their expressions completely frozen.

I was completely stunned by the strange creature I had never seen before.

This thing is completely different from the cheerful, chubby Santa Claus they imagine!

It has a small and delicate body, and looks to be only about one foot tall. The most eye-catching feature is its head, which is extremely disproportionate to its body.

Its head swayed from side to side as it struggled, as if it was about to separate from its body at any moment.

And that pair of sturdy feet with protruding bones looks exactly like a potato with feet, which looks weird and funny.

As Mr. Weasley had said before, these were the real goblins of the wizarding world, completely different from what they had previously imagined.

Even though George was holding it, the goblin still didn't give up struggling.

It kicked and thrashed with its calloused little feet, screaming for George to let it go.

After making sure that everyone had seen the goblin clearly, George reached out and grabbed the goblin's ankle, then lifted it upside down with a swift movement.

At this time, the goblin's body was dangling in the air, his head down, his limbs waving wildly in the air, making him look even more embarrassed.

"We usually do that, just spinning them around."

At this point, Mr. Weasley once again took the initiative to act as a narrator.

His voice was gentle and patient, as if he was describing something very ordinary.

However, following Mr. Weasley's words, George understood and immediately began his performance.

He lifted the goblin high in one hand and swung his arm in large circles in the air like a lasso.

The goblin's body spun rapidly due to inertia, causing a whistling sound in the wind.

Its screams became sharper and sharper, as if it was about to be torn apart by this powerful force.

Mr. Weasley's smile widened as he took in the stunned expressions of his two guests.

"Don't worry, this won't hurt them. It will just prevent them from finding the goblin hole."

George happened to loosen his hand at this moment, and with a big one-arm swing, the goblin in his hand flew straight out twenty feet and landed on the ground behind the hedge with a "thump".

Not long after, the goblin he had thrown out stood up, staggered and disappeared behind the hedge at the other end of the field.

This scene once again left Mr. Holmes and Mr. Granger stunned.

For them who had never come into contact with magical creatures, the scene just now was too shocking.

Not to mention them, even Harry, a wizard from a Muggle family, seemed surprised.

Only Sherlock and Hermione looked calm.

Through reading, they already had some knowledge about creatures like goblins.

"Poor," Ron curled his lips, "I promise I can throw it over that tree stump."

George ignored his little brother. He jumped out of the garden and said with some dissatisfaction, "It will come back again."

"I can't help it. They like it here because Dad is so tolerant of them."

Fred heard what George said and shrugged.

Mr. Weasley asked in return, "Don't you find them quite amusing?"

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