Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 152 CC and the Ghoul
"Although Ron does eat a lot, that's no reason for you to stay in the kitchen all day."

Sherlock ignored Ron's embarrassed look and continued:
"And the clock on the opposite wall—you'll understand once you look at it.

The above points are enough for me to infer this conclusion:

Compared to the living room, the kitchen is the 'social center' of your home."

Harry and Hermione followed Sherlock's gaze and noticed the clock.

Just like the strange big clock in the living room, this wall clock in the kitchen is not used to tell time.

It only has one hand and no numbers on it. The clock face says things like "Make tea", "Feed the chickens", "You're going to be late" and so on.

The purpose can be said to be clear at a glance.

"fantastic!"

Harry couldn't help but praise, "Sherlock, your observation skills seem to be even sharper than a year ago!"

"Actually, I think so."

Hearing Harry's heartfelt praise, Sherlock looked very happy and even said a few more words:

"Based on biology, people of our age will continue to improve in all aspects of their body functions as they age.

This upward trend continues until the age of 20, lasting about five to ten years, after which it begins to slowly decline.”

After hearing Sherlock's words, Hermione also showed a thoughtful look:

"For individual wizards, magical power does indeed increase with age."

"My dear Hermione, you are absolutely right.

This is exactly what I told you before, when science and magic intersect, many interesting conclusions will surely emerge."

"Is this why you spent your summer dissecting critters?"

"That's just part of it."

"Hey, hey, you two..."

Ron said he couldn't bear to listen any longer.

"It's summer vacation now! Let's not discuss this anymore!
Sherlock, you're quite right, we are indeed more accustomed to being here.

But now let me show you my bedroom."

Seeing Ron deliberately act like he had a huge head, the three of them couldn't help but laugh, and ended the topic accordingly.

Next, led by Ron, they walked through a narrow corridor and came to an uneven staircase.

The stairs twisted and turned, and there was a door half open at the entrance of the third floor.

Sherlock had just caught sight of a pair of bright brown eyes staring at them through the crack in the door before it clicked shut.

Ron looked helpless when he saw this scene: "It's Ginny."

"Is she always like this?" Sherlock asked.

"No, no, no, she never closes the door normally, so it's weird to see her being so shy..."

Sherlock nodded when he heard this, and his eyes passed over Harry, who was unaware of this, without leaving a trace.

understood.

The three climbed two more flights of stairs and finally stopped in front of a door with peeling paint.

There was a small sign on the door that said 'Ron's Room'.

As soon as they walked into the room, Harry and Hermione were startled and then looked at Sherlock.

They did this because the room's sloping ceiling almost touched their heads.

Just as Sherlock said before.

It’s true that the words are rough but the truth is there!
Sherlock didn't say anything, as this was his reasonable inference.

But there were also things he hadn't deduced.

For example, he now feels a little dizzy, as if he has walked into a big furnace.

Because everything in Ron's room was a dazzling orange-yellow, the bedspread, the walls, even the ceiling.

This is because he has covered almost every inch of the room with posters.

All the posters showed the same content, showing seven witches and wizards, all wearing bright orange and yellow robes.

It is precisely because of this that we see this visual effect similar to light pollution.

Two huge, brightly colored letters are printed in the most prominent position of each poster:
CC
There was also a flying cannonball.

"This is the Chudley Cannons."

Ron pointed to the orange bedspread and took the initiative to explain to them.

"They last won the UEFA Cup in 1892 and this year they are ninth in the club rankings."

Sherlock withdrew his gaze and began to look around Ron's room.

Magic textbooks were piled up in a mess in the corner of the room, next to a tall stack of comic books.

Sherlock glanced at the cover and saw that it was a series of books - "The Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle".

"I think I've seen this book before?" Harry noticed this and couldn't help saying, "Dudley has lots of copies too!"

Ron shook his head like a rattle.

"This is a wizarding comic book—even if the protagonist is a Muggle, it can't possibly appear in your place!"

“But I really saw it…”

Harry was still quibbling.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Ron waved his hands, even more excited than Harry.

"But……"

"My dear Harry."

Sherlock still didn't stop observing Ron's room, but after hearing the conversation between Harry and Ron, he interrupted:
"If you mean the comic book that was thrown at the foot of the dining table, then I can tell you that its name is The Adventures of Tintin."

"W-what?"

"Although both are French works, but...my friend, I think you should be able to tell the difference between Tintin and Martin." "Uh..."

Harry couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he heard this.

Sherlock had only been to Privet Drive three times, and once he hadn't entered the house, and only once had he come to his bedroom.

But he seemed to be more familiar with the place than himself.

He even noticed the comic strip Dudley had discarded and was using as a table leg.

Obviously, I am the one who has lived there for twelve years, okay?

But when he thought that this was Sherlock Holmes, he was immediately relieved.

No problem!
Sherlock continued to observe Ron's bedroom.

The wand he had given Ron as a Christmas present last year rested on the windowsill above a large fish tank filled with frog eggs.

Scabbers, the fat grey rat given to Ron by his prefect brother Percy, was lying in the sunshine beside the fish tank, snoring.

It still looks like it is losing hair and looking listless all day long.

Sherlock frowned, stepped over the self-shuffling deck of cards on the floor, and looked out the small window.

Noticing his movements, Harry and Hermione followed.

The three of them then saw several goblins sneaking into the Weasleys' hedge one by one.

As the Weasley twins said before, even if you throw them away, they will still come back.

Ron looked at his three friends a little nervously.

Now we just have to wait for their comments on their rooms.

Mainly Harry and Hermione, of course.

As for Sherlock, just think about it and you'll know he can't say anything good.

As long as I don't have any psychological expectations of him, he can't hurt me.

But he didn't expect that the first person to turn around this time was Sherlock.

"Why not use a mink?"

"My room...what did you say?"

"I mean, why not use martens against these goblins?"

Harry and Hermione also turned their heads at this time.

Harry was confused after hearing the conversation between Sherlock and Ron, but Hermione immediately explained:
"According to Newt Scamander's Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, the ground mink is the natural enemy of goblins.

Besides their fondness for goblins, they also eat moles, mice, and voles.

Ronald, although Care of Magical Creatures is only offered in the third grade, I think you should read your textbooks more often instead of focusing on those comic books."

"Oh...of course I know that!"

Ron said somewhat unhappily, "Martens can eat goblins, but my father thinks it's too cruel to deal with goblins this way."

Hermione was startled when she heard this, and a look of pity flashed across her face as she recalled the goblin struggling in the hands of the Weasley twins.

At this moment, she couldn't help but agree with Mr. Weasley's statement.

However, the next moment, Sherlock commented mercilessly:
“Meaningless cheap sympathy!
Goblins will constantly dig beneath the garden, eating the roots of plants, leaving the ground covered with mounds and holes, and in serious cases even affecting the foundation.

If the foundation is not solid, the whole building will be shaken. Especially with an architectural style like Ron's house, we should be especially vigilant.

When it is clear that they are harmful to humans, it would be foolish not to choose the most efficient way."

Hermione:
What he said made so much sense that I was speechless.

"I don't mind. Mom has talked to Dad about this several times.

But it was no use, he always found these guys very interesting...

Forget it, let’s not talk about this.”

Ron couldn't wait to end the topic. He turned to Harry and asked hurriedly:
“What do you think of my house?
It's just a little smaller and doesn't sound as good as the one you have at your Muggle home.

And above me is the attic, where that ghoul lives, he’s always banging on the pipes and humming…”

Harry did not disappoint his good brother.

He smiled pleasantly as Ron mumbled his words.

“This is the nicest room I’ve ever seen.”

Hearing his good brother's sincere praise, Ron's ears instantly turned red, just like his hair.

Before he could even say anything modest, Sherlock said, "Ghoul! Where is it? Let me see it?"

Ron looked at Sherlock in surprise and saw that his eyes were shining and he looked extremely excited.

"Oh……"

But considering his good friend's personality, Ron was not surprised at all.

Anyway, they had already got the answer they wanted. Harry and Hermione were also interested in creatures like ghouls, so Ron simply took the three of them to the ceiling of the outer room and opened a trap door.

"I kind of hate this feeling."

Ron turned to Sherlock, who was following closely behind him, and said, "It always reminds me of that room in the fourth-floor corridor of Hogwarts."

When Ron said this, the three of them couldn't help but recall the time when they went to protect the Philosopher's Stone at the end of last semester.

As for Sherlock and Harry, Hermione couldn't help blushing and secretly glanced in Sherlock's direction.

Until now, she has not forgotten the scene of herself being tied up by the devil's net.

The four of them climbed the stairs one by one and entered the attic.

Compared to other rooms in the cave house, this one is dark and damp.

"Lumos!"

This time, Hermione did not forget her identity as a witch. Without saying a word, she took out her wand and cast a glowing spell.

A beam of light shot out from the tip of her wand, instantly illuminating the entire attic.

(End of this chapter)