Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 40 The World's No. Sport
"In all my years at Hogwarts... I've never..."

Mag was both heartbroken and angry, and even the lenses of his glasses couldn't hide the angry gleam in his eyes.

"how dare you!"

Yes, how dare he!
Harry and Ron looked at Sherlock with eyes full of admiration.

Gryffindor indeed!
Sherlock is so brave!

"Brave is the best alternative to stupidity—I've always believed that.

But it would be better for the professor to make a decision after seeing Harry's performance. I believe he will not disappoint you.

After all, it wouldn't be nice not to be able to see Professor Snape for weeks, would it?"

"Sherlock Holmes!"

At this moment, Mag seemed to be really angry.

As for Harry and Ron, the look they gave Sherlock was now filled with nothing but admiration.

Experienced teenagers know that when an elder calls you by your full name, it means something bad is going to happen.

This was clearly the case with Professor McGonagall at this moment.

Although what Sherlock said was indeed correct.

The Slytherin Quidditch team is very strong.

Especially last year, Gryffindor suffered a crushing defeat to Slytherin.

Just as Sherlock said, McGonagall didn't dare to meet Snape for several weeks.

As for how Sherlock knew about this, she no longer wanted to know.

"You... want to be put in solitary confinement?"

Facts are facts, but having Sherlock point it out to Professor McGonagall in person was undoubtedly like rubbing salt into Professor McGonagall's wounds.

Knowing that deducting points would not be a big deterrent to Sherlock, she simply proposed a new form of punishment.

The coldness contained in the gloomy voice made Harry and Ron lower their heads desperately.

Both of them had stiff limbs, cold hands and feet, and were trembling all over. They wanted to say something, but no words came out.

At this moment, they all began to regret coming to see Mag.

Especially Harry.

Professor McGonagall obviously had a good impression of Sherlock.

But now he is treated like this.

It's all your own fault.

"Solitary confinement is a means, not an end, and certainly not a solution."

Facing the angry Lion King, Sherlock said calmly and calmly: "Even if the professor puts me in detention, I still suggest that Harry join the house team. This is the real solution to the problem."

It has been more than a month since school started, and Sherlock is no longer the newbie who knew nothing about the magical world.

He knew very well how crazy wizards were about Quidditch.

In the wizarding world, Quidditch is the equivalent of football in the Muggle world.

Even more so.

The main reason is that there is no magic in the Muggle world, so people can only practice magic physically.

So they are much more exciting than wizards in sports.

Let’s put aside the events in track and field and just talk about ball sports.

Football is undoubtedly the world's number one sport.

The World Cup, held every four years, is the largest sporting event in the Muggle world, rivaled only by the Olympic Games, also held every four years.

But the Olympic Games originally included hundreds of events, including football.

No single event can rival the World Cup.

Basketball and volleyball, two of the three major ball sports, have a significant following. Tennis, table tennis, badminton, and rugby, while more regional in nature, are also quite popular around the world.

With the resurgence of a mysterious Eastern power, the status of table tennis and badminton is also rising rapidly.

Even niche sports like hockey, ice hockey, cricket and golf have loyal fans.

Especially with the resurgence of a self-proclaimed mysterious Eastern power, the status of cricket has also risen rapidly.

But in the wizarding world, the only event that can be called a major event is Quidditch.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the wizarding world, everyone loves Quidditch.

It would be fine if he didn't know how to play Quidditch - after all, there were people in the Muggle world who were not good at running.

But if you can't even pick up a topic related to Quidditch when chatting with people, you'd feel embarrassed to say hello to them.

Under such circumstances, Sherlock believed that McGonagall would give in.

Sure enough, after Sherlock pointed out the problem again, Professor McGonagall's expression began to change.

Finally, after noticing Sherlock's confident look once again, she spoke:
"You three, follow me."

Sherlock followed without a word.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and their legs seemed to regain consciousness and quickly blended in.

When the three of them left the castle under McGonagall's leadership and arrived at the Quidditch training ground, someone was already waiting there.

He was an average-sized strong man.

He also had a large crate tucked under his arm.

"This is Oliver Wood, fifth year, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

Professor McGonagall said nothing more and went straight to the point with Sherlock:
"Mr. Holmes, now let Potter demonstrate his talent.

I believe you should understand that if he can't satisfy me and Wood as you said..."

"Then I'll take the initiative to go into solitary confinement for a month."

Seeing that Professor McGonagall seemed to want to say something, Sherlock added, "From now on, I will no longer miss Defense Against the Dark Arts classes."

Mag glanced at Sherlock in surprise.

This little boy...

His observation and analytical skills are so sharp!
Once again, I guessed what I wanted to say.

She was now beginning to suspect that in the first Transfiguration class, had Holmes seen through her disguise?
"Sherlock!"

Harry, who was standing by, was so moved that he was about to say something, but Sherlock spoke first:

"Dear Harry, if you don't want me to have to smell that awful garlic smell like the rest of you, you'd better behave yourself."

It was well known that wherever Professor Quirrell went, the air would be filled with the smell of garlic - rumor had it that this was done to ward off a vampire he encountered in Romania.

Harry nodded heavily.

Only then did Wood have a chance to speak, and he looked Harry up and down.

"Professor, this is the one you mentioned..."

"No, Mr. Holmes said so."

When Quidditch was mentioned, the Gryffindor captain seemed to become a different person. He circled around Harry several times and looked at him carefully:
"The famous Harry Potter... well, that's not important.

But judging by her size alone, she's truly suited to being a Seeker, light and agile...

By the way, Potter, I heard that you grew up in a Muggle family. Have you ever watched a Quidditch match?"

Harry shook his head honestly.

Although Wood was a little surprised, he didn't say much. He opened the crate, revealing four balls of different sizes.

Ron's eyes lit up suddenly.

(End of this chapter)