Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 25 You are just watching, but I am observing
The Repair Charm is a very useful spell that can restore most damaged objects.

Sherlock's behavior in the first Charms class was the same as in the other classes, and he kept asking Professor Flitwick questions.

Like other courses, its purpose is to gain a comprehensive understanding of this course.

Unexpectedly, Professor Flitwick was very enthusiastic about studious wizards. As a result, Sherlock not only achieved his intended goal, but also gained extra benefits.

He learned a very useful new spell from Flitwick - the Warming Charm.

As the name suggests, once the spell is cast, your whole body will feel warm, as if you were wearing a pair of fleece pants.

It is very practical for Sherlock, who has just recovered from a serious illness and encountered such damp and cold weather.

Others can only envy.

After all, there are very few students who can master and apply the repair spell in the first class. Apart from Sherlock, only a few people like Hermione can do it.

But even Hermione was unable to spare the energy to learn new spells.

This also made her secretly clench her fists.

Holmes, I will never lose to you!
The Charms class on Tuesday afternoon was followed by the Transfiguration class, so the schedule was inevitably a bit tight.

This is especially true for Gryffindor students.

The main reason was Harry.

Compared to the enthusiasm when having breakfast in the auditorium, the performance of the crowd of onlookers was even more enthusiastic.

Students who didn't have classes lined up outside the classroom, standing on tiptoe, wanting to catch a glimpse of the hero who defeated the Dark Lord with his mere baby body.

In the hallways, the students' behavior was even more exaggerated.

She had clearly walked past Harry, but turned back and just stared at him.

If it wasn't too rude, they would even want to get closer to see what the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead looked like.

Harry sincerely hoped they wouldn't, as the walk to the classroom was far too difficult.

On the one hand, the first-year students don’t know the way, and on the other hand, the roads in Hogwarts are difficult to find.

The paths here change all the time: some stairs lead to different places at different times; some steps suddenly disappear halfway up, forcing people to remember where they should jump over; some doors are not real doors at all, but just a solid wall that looks like a door.

Even the people in the portraits keep visiting each other, making it impossible to use them as reference points.

Everything is constantly moving, so it's difficult to remember what's where.

This difficulty was exacerbated by the students' overwhelming attention on Harry.

"Sherlock, you're amazing!"

Under Sherlock's guidance, Harry and Ron quickly passed the disobedient staircase, jumped over two disappearing steps, and bypassed the mischievous Peeves. Finally, they opened a door that didn't look like a door at all in the correct way. Harry couldn't help but give a heartfelt praise.

"How on earth do you remember such a complicated route?"

Sherlock smiled slightly: "Actually, you can too."

"I?"

Harry pointed at himself, looking confused.

"Yes, dear Harry, I have actually told you many times: what you see is no different from what I see, so if I can do it, you can do it too."

"This is impossible!"

Before Harry could answer, Ron interrupted:

"As far as I know, in the entire academy... no, in the entire first grade of the school, there is no one who can remember all the correct paths to the classrooms like you do. Even if you include the senior students, I'm afraid only George and Fred can do it."

Harry nodded repeatedly, obviously agreeing with Ron.

Sherlock slightly turned sideways, dodging the ghost that suddenly jumped out from behind the door. His indifferent look made the ghost look deeply disappointed.

He explained, "Harry, remember when we first met, I told you that your uncle had sent you to the station. You seemed quite surprised at the time."

"That's right." Harry was still surprised when he recalled the first time they met.

"But after I told you the reasoning, you thought it was all so obvious."

"Yes, every time I hear you explain these reasons, they always seem so obvious, almost ridiculously simple, that I can even reason them myself."

Harry scratched his head and asked in confusion, "But before you explain your reasoning, I'm always confused by the next step in your reasoning."

"Me too!"

Ron interrupted again, a little unconvinced, "But I still think our eyesight is no worse than yours."

"You're actually not wrong."

"what?"

Ron was stunned when he heard this.

Wait, I just said it casually, why did you really admit it?

"The problem is that you are looking rather than observing, and there is a clear difference between the two."

Seeing Harry and Ron's bewildered expressions, Sherlock paused and continued, "For example, you've been at school for three days now. Do you know how many staircases there are in the castle?"

Harry: "I don't know."

Ron: "How could I possibly know that kind of thing?"

“Because you are not observing, you are just watching—and that is exactly what I want to point out.

There are a total of 142 staircases in Hogwarts, and there are three types of staircases: nine, twelve, and fourteen steps.

The Gryffindor College building is located on the east side of the castle. Its common room is on the eighth floor of the tower. Together with the observatory and Ravenclaw College building, they are the three tallest towers in the school.

I know this because I not only saw but also observed.”

These words left Harry and Ron stunned.

"Okay, we're already in the classroom. We can talk about this topic later if we're interested."

With Sherlock leading the way, the group arrived at the classroom five minutes before class started.

Even so, the classroom was a mess.

This was mainly because Professor McGonagall, who was in charge of teaching, had not arrived yet.

She is the headmaster of Gryffindor House and deputy headmistress of Hogwarts, and is known for her strictness and fairness.

If she were in the classroom, the students would definitely not dare to act rashly.

"Why is there a cat there?"

Ron looked around the classroom and exclaimed in surprise.

Sherlock naturally noticed the kitten squatting on the podium earlier than him.

After staring at the cat for a few seconds, an intriguing smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Harry, can you guess where this cat came from?"

"Professor McGonagall's pet, perhaps?"

Harry replied somewhat uncertainly.

"wrong."

"wrong?"

"Perfect! Let me demonstrate to you the process of forming inferences through observation."

Under the surprised gazes of the people nearby, Sherlock strode to the podium, grabbed the little cat Fate by the scruff of the neck and lifted it up.

(End of this chapter)