Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 153 Who betrayed me?
With Hermione's fluorescent charm, the originally dim attic immediately became bright.

In this sudden light, the figure that was originally hidden in the shadows suddenly appeared in front of the four people.

It looked exactly like the illustration in the book, covered in a sticky layer of skin with a strange watery sheen.

A pair of sharp fangs protruded abruptly from its grinning mouth, flashing a cold light under the fluorescent light, which was intimidating.

Ugly and scary.

The sudden appearance of light also made the zombie aware of the presence of the four people.

It raised its head and looked at them, a sinister look in its eyes, and a low, hoarse roar came from its throat.

Harry was frightened by its appearance and roar, and instinctively took half a step back.

"Don't worry, buddy!"

Ron noticed Harry's movements, he protected Harry in front of him, and reached out to pat his good brother on the shoulder.

"This fellow's brain is as simple as those garden gnomes—despite its ferocious appearance, it's just bluffing and is full of impotent rage."

Harry swallowed, his eyes still fixed on the ghoul, and couldn't help asking:

"Um...does it really eat corpses?"

"Harry, you and Ron should both study your textbooks!"

Hermione put her hands on her hips, her face full of disappointment.

"Ghouls are only Class XX in the Ministry of Magic's danger classification, the same level as those mischievous gnomes in the garden, and even worse than the Class XX marten we just mentioned.

Moreover, although it is called a ghoul, it does not eat corpses at all. It usually feeds on spiders and moths."

After hearing Hermione's words, the tense string in Harry's heart relaxed a little.

Compared to Ron's impatience, he was not so resistant to Hermione's preaching. After thinking for a moment, he asked again:

"So what level was the giant monster we encountered before?"

Hermione frowned and looked serious, like a strict little teacher:

"The trolls are of level XXX. They are ferocious by nature, enjoy eating raw meat, and are not picky about their prey.

Whether it's wild animals or... humans, once they're targeted, they could become their meal."

Harry couldn't help but gasp when he heard that.

After listening to Hermione's description and looking at the ghoul in front of him, he immediately felt that this guy was indeed handsome.

Sherlock didn't pay attention to the conversation between his friends from beginning to end.

He walked towards the ghoul steadily, each step firm and powerful.

The ghoul's original roar gradually weakened as Sherlock approached, and the strength in its voice became weaker and weaker.

"Hey, are you serious about taking a half step back?"

Ron couldn't help but complain when he saw this scene.

The main reason was that compared to Harry's half-step back just now, the action of this zombie was obviously more frustrating.

However, Sherlock showed no intention of stopping.

As he pressed forward, the zombies were forced to retreat.

Until my back hit the cold wall and there was no way to retreat.

Its body trembled even more violently, and its cloudy eyes were filled with fear.

"Let it go, Sherlock..."

Ron sighed helplessly. At this moment, he even felt a little sorry for the zombie.

However, Sherlock pretended not to hear, stroking his chin, and took out a magnifying glass from his pocket.

"No way……"

The three of them were stunned.

The next moment, Sherlock leaned down slightly and began to observe the zombie carefully with the help of a magnifying glass.

There was a gleam of inquiry in his eyes, and he did not miss any details.

"Uh……"

Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at each other.

This scene reminded them of the time when Sherlock observed the troll in the series of rooms where the Philosopher's Stone was stored.

The giant monster at that time was stinking, and now the zombie was ugly and disgusting, but Sherlock seemed to be indifferent to all this.

Now it seems that Sherlock has grown in more than just age.

Sherlock naturally knew nothing about what his three friends were thinking.

He looked at the magical creature in front of him with curiosity.

He had a hunched body, rough and cracked skin, and sparse and messy hair hanging down in wisps.

The facial features were distorted, the nose was flat and crooked, there was a trace of unknown mucus hanging from the corner of the mouth, and the jagged, yellowed and bloodstained fangs were exposed.

His hands were bony, and his nails were long and black, making a creepy scraping sound when he grabbed the ground.

No wonder Harry was frightened just now.

If you only look at the appearance, it is indeed very deceiving.

"interesting."

Sherlock averted his gaze and turned to look at Ron, "I suppose your family probably treats it as a pet?"

Despite his inference, he still asked the question.

Ron tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"Well... now that you put it that way, it's pretty much the same.

But when this guy feels the house is too quiet, he'll start banging on the pipes, which is a bit annoying."

"Let's go!"

After satisfying his curiosity, Sherlock turned and left.

He felt a little regretful.

If Ron's family didn't keep it as a pet, I might consider taking it over.

It would be interesting to see the structure after the dissection. Although Harry and Hermione were also interested in magical creatures, they were not as strong as Sherlock.

Besides, this thing is so ugly...

As for Ron, there is no need to say more.

If Sherlock hadn't asked him today, he would never have come to the attic to see the zombies.

So when Sherlock suggested leaving, all three of them nodded.

When they returned to Ron's bedroom, Mrs. Weasley had already arranged accommodation for them.

Godric's Hollow was still some distance away, and they had already been traveling this long journey for a whole day.

Especially for Mr. Granger, who was responsible for driving, fatigue was like a dense devil's vine, quietly climbing up his limbs and bones.

Although the others did not feel as exaggerated as Mr. Granger, they still felt waves of fatigue.

So they accepted Mr. Weasley's suggestion and stayed here for the night.

After breakfast tomorrow, we will go to the Potter family's old house in high spirits.

As the only witch among the guests, Hermione naturally lived with Ron's sister.

Mr. Holmes and Mr. Granger each had a bedroom that had originally belonged to Bill and Charlie.

Sherlock and Harry stayed in Ron's room.

Ron ran to find his third brother Percy.

The guests all accepted this accommodation arrangement with pleasure and had no objection at all.

However, when Mr. Weasley casually mentioned ghouls during dinner, Mr. Holmes instantly became interested.

Mr. Granger's eyes widened as well. "Ghoul? What kind of magical thing is that?"

Not surprisingly, the three grown men hit it off immediately and teamed up to go to the attic to kill monsters... to observe the ghouls.

When they returned from the attic with satisfaction, the three of them were still in high spirits and continued their heated discussion:
"It's amazing! It looks so scary, but I'm so timid! It's a pity I didn't bring a magnifying glass, otherwise I could have observed it more closely!"

"But... why is it called a ghoul? It clearly doesn't eat corpses. It's really a misnomer—looking at its teeth, it does fit the characteristics of a carnivore."

"Does this kind of creature only appear in wizards' homes? I want to catch one and raise it! That way, when Mycroft and Sherlock are not at home, Varita and I won't be so bored."

"Well, that's probably unlikely."

Hearing this, Mr. Weasley smiled apologetically and patiently explained to the two guests.

"The Ministry of Magic's Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures has a Ghoul Ranger Squad whose job is to remove ghouls from Muggle homes.

You know, for Muggles who have no idea about the magical world, these things are... very troublesome.

According to the Statute of Secrecy, these things should not be told to Muggles."

"Really? That's such a pity!"

Mr. Holmes shook his head in disappointment, his face full of regret.

Mr. Granger also sighed, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

The performance of the three men made the others look at each other in bewilderment.

But this was just a small episode, and soon the topic of zombies dissipated quietly like a wisp of smoke.

Everyone's attention quickly focused on the plan to go to Godric's Hollow tomorrow.

Mainly discussing transportation matters.

"The fastest way is of course to Apparate."

Hermione said seriously, "But wizards must be at least 17 years old and must pass the Apparition test before they can legally use this spell in the UK - and the three of us obviously don't meet the requirements."

Mr. Weasley scratched his head helplessly and said with a wry smile:
"Theoretically, I can perform Apparition with the three of you..."

"No, absolutely not! I can't let the children take this risk."

Before he could finish his words, Mrs. Weasley spoke in a decisive tone.

Apparition is too dangerous. If it was her husband alone, it would be fine. Even if Ron was brought along, it wouldn't be a big problem.

But the problem is that there are three little wizards now.

not to mention……

Her eyes passed between Mr. Holmes and Mr. Granger.

There are two adult Muggles here.

In this case, most of the transportation in the wizarding world, such as portkeys, floo powder, broomsticks, and Knight Buses, are passed.

For a moment, the living room fell into silence.

Harry couldn't help but look towards Sherlock.

If you are unsure about something, ask Lao Xia.

But before Sherlock could speak, Mr. Weasley slapped his thigh as if he had suddenly thought of something:
"Drive, we can drive over there!"

He said excitedly, "Our Ford may be a little worn out, but it's fast and can keep us out of the wind and rain. It can easily take us all the way to Godrick's Hollow, or even all the way to London!"

"What a great idea!"

"Dad is right!"

Seeing Mr. Weasley so excited and dancing, Mrs. Weasley suddenly turned her head and looked at him with a dangerous look:
"I'm afraid you've been thinking about this for a long time, Arthur!"

Mr. Weasley stopped moving immediately and coughed.
"Oh, dear Molly, this is the best thing to do at the moment, isn't it?"

"Don't think I don't know!"

Mrs. Weasley's eyes blazed. "Imagine a wizard buying a rusty old car and telling his wife he just wants to take it apart and look inside."

Having said this, she paused, her chest heaving violently, obviously very angry about this matter.

"But what actually happened? He used magic to turn it into a flying car."

Mr. Weasley was shocked when he heard this.

Why? Why did my wife know about this?

Who betrayed me!

(End of this chapter)