Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 41 Extraordinary promotion
When Wood heard that Harry had no experience with Quidditch, he opened the box and showed the match ball.

"Let me explain the rules to you first..."

"No need to bother."

Sherlock spoke, interrupting Wood, "Just find a couple of broomsticks."

Wood looked at Mag and saw the latter nodded, then he found two flying brooms.

Sherlock handed one to Harry, then jumped onto the other and flew straight into the air, motioning for Harry to follow.

Wood's eyes suddenly lit up.

As the saying goes, an expert will know if something is there as soon as he makes a move.

As the captain of the college team, just one take-off action is enough for him to see a lot.

Obviously, these two little wizards are both talented in flying.

Harry, who was keeping parallel with Sherlock in mid-air, asked nervously, "Sherlock, what should we do next?"

Sherlock took something out of his arms and waved it in front of Harry.

"Look!"

It was a spherical object that sparkled in the sunlight.

"Neville's memory ball? Why is it here with you?"

Harry recognized it immediately.

"I stole it from Professor McGonagall before I went to see him."

Harry was shocked: "Aren't we together? When did you…"

"Harry, it's not important," Sherlock interrupted Harry, "Your task now is to prevent it from hitting the ground."

"what?"

Harry couldn't understand it. Wasn't the Memory Ball in Sherlock's hand? Why did it fall to the ground?
Sherlock didn't explain, but just smiled:
"Dear Harry, you don't want Neville to cry because his Memory Ball was broken, do you?"

Harry: w(Д)w
As soon as Sherlock said this, Harry suddenly had an ominous premonition.

next moment.

"go with!"

Sherlock threw Neville's memory ball away.

He didn't give Harry any time to prepare - or rather, the words he just said were a reminder for Harry to be prepared.

Harry hadn't expected Sherlock to do that at all.

Fortunately, his body reacted faster than his brain.

Almost without thinking, he pointed his broom downward and dived towards the ground at an accelerated speed.

Under the dual blessing of gravity acceleration and magic, his speed was getting faster and faster, and he was about to crash heavily to the ground.

At this moment, Harry could even hear Ron's screams mixed in with the whistling wind, but he was not nervous at all.

Instead of being nervous, he was unusually calm, even a little excited.

Finally, he caught the glass ball a foot above the ground.

He straightened the broom in time, letting it fall gently onto the grass, holding the memory ball firmly in his palm.

At this time, he also found that Sherlock had returned to the ground at some point. Just as he was about to speak, a roar came from behind him.

"Potter!"

McGonagall strode over, not even having time to put away the wand in her hand. The palm of her right hand holding the wand was covered in sweat.

She was just about to use magic to save people.

"In all my years at Hogwarts... I've never..."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow at the familiar words.

"How dare you...you'll break your neck!"

"..."

Harry was speechless. He really didn't know what to say at this moment.

I always feel like everything I say is wrong.

Fortunately, there is Sherlock.

"Professor, I think this performance is enough to prove Harry's talent."

The calm voice was in stark contrast to McGonagall's. "Sherlock Holmes!"

Sherlock's words immediately drew the attention away from Harry, which made the latter secretly relieved and his gratitude towards Sherlock rose again.

"It's audacious of you to let a classmate do something like that! If anything happens to Potter, you will be held fully responsible!"

"He will be fine. I believe in him, and I believe in the professor even more."

"you……"

Mag was choked and speechless.

"Genius, a true genius!"

At this moment, Wood spoke at the right time, interrupting McGonagall's brewing emotions.

"Dive fifty feet and grab that thing without so much as a scratch!
Not even Charlie Weasley could do that!"

He almost leaped to Harry's side.

Holding Harry's hand holding the memory ball tightly, the obsession and fanaticism in her eyes made McGonagall's mouth twitch.

"Professor, listen to me, you have to get him a decent broom!

I think I should get a Nimbus 2000 or a Seven Stars Sweep—no, it has to be a Nimbus 2000…"

His appearance forced McGonagall to stop being angry at Sherlock.

"Wood, Porter is still a freshman..."

"This is not a problem!"

Wood waved his hand majestically:

"Professor, you must go to Professor Dumbledore and ask us to make an exception and use first-year students!

If you don't go I'll go by myself!

You know, we really need a better Quidditch team than last year!
Harry, on behalf of the Gryffindor house team, I welcome you to the team.

As captain, I am officially informing you that training will begin next week!"

Mag: (⊙﹏⊙)
Looking at Wood talking to himself, Mag suddenly felt that he was a little redundant.

Oliver Wood is indeed a good student with excellent character and academic performance.

But as soon as Quidditch is mentioned, he seems like a different person.

However, she had to admit that Wood was indeed right.

Harry Potter, he is truly a genius.

"Potter."

Harry quickly turned to McGonagall and pretended to listen attentively.

"I want to hear that you're training hard, or I'll change my mind and punish you."

At this moment, Harry could hardly believe what he was hearing.

I was actually promoted out of turn? !
"It must be kept secret. After all, this is the youngest member of the academy team in a century. Then you will be our secret weapon!"

Just looking at the expression on Wood's face, it was as if he had already won the college cup.

"hope so."

Sherlock remained noncommittal.

He had no hope of keeping the matter secret.

"As for you, Mr. Holmes."

Professor McGonagall turned to Sherlock, "Harry's performance did not deduct any points from you, nor did it allow you to be punished with detention, but that does not mean that your reckless behavior is correct!"

Sherlock sighed, he already guessed what the other party was going to say next.

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall took the opportunity to make a request:

"So I don't want anyone to tell me you missed Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class again!"

"Okay, Professor."

Sherlock agreed readily, which surprised and disappointed McGonagall.

She originally thought that this eccentric little guy would resist.

(End of this chapter)