Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 159 Men can’t say no

Mr. Weasley felt very tired.

What’s going on with these little wizards born in the 80s? Every one of them is a cause for concern!
How could my wife and I have been so cunning when we were their age?
If you continue like this, you won't grow taller!

What made Mr. Weasley feel relieved was that although he was tricked, Harry did not ask any further questions about the matter.

The reason was clear to everyone, as Mr. Weasley had said, he was not Hagrid.

Once I make up my mind, I will definitely not tell them the inside story.

However, Harry was not panicked at all.

As long as Sherlock is around, it's only a matter of time before this matter is figured out.

By that time...

Harry remained expressionless and secretly clenched his fists at the thought of his parents being betrayed by someone they considered a close friend.

The clenched fists were so powerful that the slightly sharp nails pierced deeply into the palms, causing waves of excruciating pain.

At this moment, Ron took the opportunity to extend a warm invitation to his good friend:
"Harry, don't go back this time, just stay at my house!"

"what?"

Harry, who was immersed in his own world, heard Ron's words, and the bitter and resentful expression on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by a look of confusion.

"What? You can just stay at my house and we can go to school together when school starts!"

"Ah this..."

For Harry, going back to his hometown this summer vacation was something he had agreed with Sherlock a long time ago.

Although new situations have arisen now, I have finally met my grandparents, which is quite satisfactory.

But he never thought of staying at Ron's house.

You know, the summer vacation in the UK is very long, lasting from June to September.

Once he settled down in the cave, it meant he would have to stay there for more than a month.

Besides, his relationship with the Dursleys had been repaired a lot now.

Even returning to Privet Drive wasn't as hard as it had been before.

Seeing Harry's hesitation, Ron simply used his ultimate move:

"Don't forget, you promised me that you would let me try out your Nimbus 2000!

Why, are you going to regret it?"

"of course not!"

Harry looked troubled when Ron mentioned this.

"B-but my luggage is still in Privet Drive!"

"Okay, so you had already thought of an excuse when you promised me!"

"No, no, I don't think so..."

"If that's the only reason, you don't have to worry."

By this time, Mr. Granger was driving. Mr. Holmes, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around after hearing the conversation between the children and gave Harry a warm smile.

"Harry, you can stay here for now.

Once you receive this year's admission notice, you can make an appointment to go to Diagon Alley together.

We'll just bring your luggage over for you when the time comes."

"Uncle is right!"

Ron's eyes lit up, and he immediately put his arm around Harry's shoulders. "Anyway, Sherlock and Hermione will pass by your house on their way back. Just take the luggage with you and bring it back when the time comes."

"Harry, don't be stressed."

Mr. Granger, who was driving, didn't turn around, but he also said:

“As long as you want to live here, we will tell your uncle and aunt when we go back.

They are reasonable people and will not refuse."

"I'm not worried about that. They just hope I never go back..."

Harry muttered.

"Hahaha, not really, we had a very pleasant chat last time when we had dinner.

The only thing that I find inappropriate is their way of educating their children, which is a bit too indulgent.”

Mr. Holmes glanced at Harry again, understood his intention, and decided for him:

“It’s decided!
Harry will stay with Mr. Weasley and Ron this time!"

Mr. Weasley blinked and gave Harry a gentle smile. "It would be a pleasure."

Harry has never been good at refusing others, so since things have come to this, he agreed.

When they returned to the cave, the Weasleys were very happy to hear that Harry would be staying there for the rest of the summer vacation.

The happiest among them were Mrs. Weasley and Ginny.

The former gave Harry a big hug, and although the latter hid behind the former, he couldn't hide his joyful look.

"I say... you didn't make the car fly along the way, did you?"

"of course not!"

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Mrs. Weasley felt relieved when she heard the three men's affirmative answers.

She didn't notice that Percy and the twins behind her were trying hard to stifle laughter.

Just by looking at the excitement of the three grown men, they could guess with their little brains what had happened during the journey.

Especially the Weasley twins.

If Mrs. Weasley hadn't tried so hard to stop them, they would have gone with them this time no matter what.

What a great opportunity, what a shame!
Happy days are always short, and the time to say goodbye comes soon.

At this moment, Sherlock found Mr. and Mrs. Weasley alone and told them about Lucius Malfoy and Dobby the elf. "He is really scared."

When Mr. Weasley heard Sherlock say that Lucius Malfoy was planning to discard his dark magic items because of the recent crackdown by the Ministry of Magic, he showed a serious and satisfied expression.

"But I didn't expect him to do this. This despicable and cunning guy, please don't let me get any evidence against him..."

"Be careful, Arthur."

Compared to the high-spirited Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley looked worried.

She warned her husband, "That family is not to be trifled with. Don't bite a bone you can't chew."

"What? You think I can't beat Malfoy?"

Mr. Weasley immediately became angry when he heard his wife's words.

His face immediately turned as red as his hair.

Men can’t say no!
Especially being told no by your own wife is one of the most shameful things in the world.

"That was not what I meant……"

Mrs. Weasley obviously knew what to do at such times.

She soothed him, “Arthur, what I mean is… instead of focusing on that family, it’s better to remind the children.

After all, that is a dark magic item left by a mysterious person - if it really gets into the school, it would be too terrible!"

"Didn't Sherlock say that Mr. Dumbledore has already made arrangements? I don't think that Malfoy will succeed."

"That's the mysterious man!"

Mrs. Weasley raised her voice slightly.

"Arthur, you don't want your children to be controlled by that kind of power, do you?"

Mr. Weasley instantly calmed down when he heard his wife mention the man whose name must not be spoken.

After a moment, he nodded slowly:

"Molly, you're right. I'm going to tell the kids later:

Never trust anything that thinks for itself until you see where its mind is."

Seeing Mr. Weasley like this, Mrs. Weasley finally felt relieved. She looked at Sherlock and hugged him tightly:

"Thank you, you are such a good boy. Looks like I have to prepare another gift for you."

"Wait, Molly, you mean..."

"Oh, Arthur, don't you understand?

Your behavior has offended the Malfoy family, and he will definitely find ways to cause trouble for us.

We have so many children, Sherlock is reminding you this specifically!"

"Oh my god, what a fool I am that I didn't even think of that!

Thank you so much, Sherlock!"

Mr. Weasley also hugged Sherlock, then looked at his wife and said affectionately:

"And you, my dear Mollywobbles!"

When Mr. Weasley said this nickname, Mrs. Weasley's face turned as red as Mr. Weasley's hair in an instant.

"Oh my God, what are you talking about? There are children here!"

Molly liked it when her husband called her that when they were alone.

This is a hint.

Because wobbles is the plural form of wobble, which means to swing or shake.

But now there are other people around them!
Thinking of this, she quickly glanced at Sherlock and found that he had no expression on his face, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought to myself, it’s okay, the other party is still young and probably won’t understand what this means, right?

However, the next moment, Sherlock said slowly:
"Love belongs to the realm of emotion, but any emotion runs counter to true and calm reasoning."

After saying this, he turned and left, waving his sleeves, without taking a single cloud with him.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley froze in place as they watched Sherlock calmly leave the background.

"He, he seems to understand?"

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault!"

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault. Don't worry, this kid is very sensible and won't tell anyone else."

"I don't care, I'll punish you tonight..."

"Ah, no way? Didn't we agree on once every three days?"

"..."

After saying goodbye to the Weasley family and Harry who lived there, Sherlock and Hermione followed their father on their journey home.

This time, the driver was Mr. Holmes.

"Hey, buddy, since we're out together this time, I remembered that I have something to tell you."

"whats the matter?"

"Remember my advice to you last Christmas? To borrow some rubles from the bank."

"Of course, that operation did allow me to make a small profit...

Wait, are you asking me to take out a loan again? Which country's currency is it this time?"

Mr. Granger grew excited at the mention of the subject by Mr. Holmes.

"No, it's not a loan. My suggestion this time is that you should exchange the pounds you have stored at home into dollars and gold."

"what?!"

Mr. Granger was visibly taken aback by what Mr. Holmes said.

But he soon understood the meaning of Mr. Holmes's words.

His eyes suddenly became confused, and he murmured:
"It's only been a few years, and our situation... has become so dire?"

(End of this chapter)