Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 32 I Have a Golden House
Rubeus Hagrid is the keeper of keys and gamekeeper at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Harry Potter's first real friend. He lives in a cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

When Sherlock, Harry and Ron arrived at the door of the cabin, Sherlock's eyes swept across a crossbow and a pair of rubber overshoes in front of the door, and he had already made a preliminary judgment of the man's character.

If he could pick them up and examine them carefully, he would be able to discover more.

But it's not necessary.

As Harry began to knock on the door, the sound of dogs barking and Hagrid scolding followed one after another.

Then the door of the cabin was opened.

"Wait a minute."

Hagrid opened the door a crack and shouted over his shoulder, "Back off, Fang, back off!"

He desperately grabbed the collar of a huge black hunting dog to prevent it from jumping out, and finally got the three people into the house.

This cottage was not enchanted with space magic like Hogwarts Castle - it was small on the outside and small on the inside.

Hams and pheasants were hung from the ceiling, water was boiling in a copper kettle in the brazier, in front of the fire was a huge wooden table and chairs, and in the corner of the room was a large bed covered with a quilt made of patchwork rags.

That's all it was in Harry and Ron's eyes.

But in Sherlock's eyes...

Hagrid's Hut is simply a golden house shining with dazzling light.

This also proved that his prediction was completely correct.

Even without carefully observing the crossbow and shoes at the door, the things in the room were enough for him to make a judgment about Hagrid.

Well, he is indeed someone worth making friends with.

By this time Hagrid had released Fang, the large dog, and once freed, it immediately leaped towards the three of them.

Harry and Ron were startled by its huge size and stepped back subconsciously.

Sherlock reacted much faster than them.

He saw through the dog's true nature at a glance.

So the moment he saw Hagrid loosen the collar, he calmly took a step back and protected Ron in front of him.

As Ron looked on in shock, Fang crawled to Ron's neck and began... licking his ears.

"Uh……"

Seeing the vicious dog turn into a bootlicker in seconds, Harry and Ron were stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Sherlock spoke at the perfect moment:

"A dog is like its owner. Fangya is just like his owner. He is obviously not as fierce as he looks."

Hagrid: Σ(°△°|||)︴

If I understand correctly, this is a compliment to myself, right?
But...why does it sound so weird?

But Hagrid was a straightforward man, so if he couldn't figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it.

By this time, Harry had already introduced Sherlock and Ron to Hagrid.

Hagrid put his newly made rock cakes on the plate and looked at Ron's freckled face and said:
"Another Weasley brother, right? I've spent almost half my life trying to drive these twin brothers out of the Forbidden Forest."

After saying this slightly exaggerated joke, he turned to Sherlock and said, "You are a genius wizard from a Muggle family. I heard that several professors have spoken highly of you."

"Sherlock is so awesome!" Harry's affection for Hagrid was visible to the naked eye. After all, in Harry's eyes, it was this big guy who brought him into the magical world and changed his life.

On the other hand, it was also because I was too suppressed in Potions class.

So at this moment Harry seemed very excited, and talked to Hagrid about Sherlock's unique observation and reasoning skills, and he highly praised the deductive method.

When talking, there is inevitably the idea of ​​showing off one's good friends.

Hagrid also listened with great interest at first.

After all, it's a good thing that Harry can make friends in a new environment.

However, because Harry praised Sherlock too much in his words and deeds, he gradually began to think that Harry was exaggerating a bit and that he was exaggerating some of Sherlock's tricks.

As the man who had rescued baby Harry from the wreckage of a house, sent him to the Dursleys, and picked him up personally this year, Hagrid felt he had to have Harry tested.

"Well, Mr. Holmes," he said, looking at Sherlock with great interest and forcing a smile, "since Harry has spoken so highly of you, I wonder if you can deduce something from me."

Harry and Ron leaned forward immediately after hearing this.

"Well... I'm afraid I can't infer much," Sherlock said honestly. "You probably don't like your mother."

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on Hagrid's face disappeared and he looked at Sherlock in surprise.

After a brief silence, he began to speak: "Although I don't remember her very well, but... she was indeed not a good mother - but how did you know that?"

"It's actually not worth mentioning."

Sherlock shrugged.

"There's a photo of you and your son on the bedside table. Although it's very old, it's kept spotlessly clean. However, the rest of the room is very messy, which shows that you are a person who values ​​family.

Judging from your father's body shape, he is not a giant, so I guess you are a half-giant - according to my knowledge, the tradition of the giant clan is that the taller the person, the more say they have.

Twelve feet tall is considered short among giants. Your mother is not in the photo, and considering this tradition, I guess your mother left when you were young, and your father raised you alone.

"You got it right," Hagrid took a deep breath and asked as if he was a little unconvinced, "Anything else?"

"You love animals and know a lot about their habits."

"That's true. How did you know? Did you see it from Fangya?"

"No," Sherlock's eyes swept across the house. "I saw it from your little house - the doghouse made of unicorn hair and umbrella petals, the wind chimes made of colorful fish scales, the tablecloth sewn from the skin of the velvet bat, the carpet woven from cattail hair..."

Harry and Ron's eyes widened at Sherlock's words.

They didn't know about other materials, but unicorn hair... just one strand cost ten gold galleons!

The fragrant umbrella petals are also not cheap, the price is at least five Galleons.

In other words, this messy-looking doghouse is worth tens of thousands of gold galleons!

And... judging from Sherlock's description, the other items must not be cheap either.

Now they looked back at Hagrid's hut. How could it be called shabby?
It is clearly a golden house that shines so brightly that it can blind a dog's eyes.

Harry was better off, but Ron suddenly didn't want to try anymore.

study? Learn shit!

After seven years of hard study, you might as well be a gamekeeper or a key keeper!

(End of this chapter)