Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 47 I can feel that you are very nervous now

The last Charms class before Halloween.

Following Sherlock and Harry, Hermione won another point for Gryffindor.

The Ravenclaw students who were in class with the Gryffindors all applauded.

This is also a common practice.

The Eagle Court and the Lion Court have a decent relationship, and they don't mind doing things like carrying a fancy sedan chair.

However, this time they were surprised to find that although Hermione won a point for Gryffindor, she did not receive the same treatment as Sherlock and Harry.

Everyone treated it with indifference.

Obviously, no one buys Hermione's behavior of showing off her excellence.

Since even their own people were like this, the students of Eagle Academy were naturally happy to have some free time and stopped.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Professor Flitwick didn't notice anything wrong and continued to correct the students.

Unfortunately, Ron never succeeded until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

If only it was like this.

Ron felt that he had no talent for Charms, and he accepted it.

It’s not a big deal.

But Hermione was still complaining non-stop:
"Why won't you listen to me?
If you are willing to do as I say, you will definitely make the feathers fly!
That way, Gryffindor can gain another point, and the gap between us and other houses can be narrowed..."

"shut up!"

Ron, who was already angry, could no longer bear it and shouted loudly.

"You keep nagging me all day long, talking about grades and school rules all the time. Is this what I came to Hogwarts for?"

Hermione seemed frightened by Ron's sudden change of expression.

She didn't directly refute him like she did before, but just held the book in her hands and stared at Ron blankly.

Ron must have been holding it in for a long time, and now he was using all his verbal skills, comparable to Hermione before:

“No wonder everyone can’t stand you!

Honestly, you're a nightmare!
I'm not begging you for help! Never! I don't care if it gets me extra points!

Granger, it's been so long, haven't you noticed?

You don’t even have a single friend!”

With a thud, the book in Hermione's hand fell to the ground.

The next moment, tears welled up in her eyes and she turned and ran without looking back, bumping into Harry in the process.

Ron was stunned.

He hadn't expected Hermione's reaction to be so dramatic.

At this moment, he suddenly felt regretful.

Harry, who was pushed away by Hermione, naturally didn't bother with Hermione. He looked at Hermione's back as she rushed out of the crowd, then turned his gaze to Ron:

"You seem to have gone a bit too far."

"So what? I'm just telling the truth."

Ron was still stubborn.

But this time, even without Sherlock's analysis, Harry could see that the expression on his face looked a little uncomfortable.

Obviously, he was not as calm as he said.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock bent down to pick up the book Hermione had thrown away from the ground, stuffed it into his schoolbag expressionlessly, and said:
"Ron's right."

Harry was surprised: "Sherlock, how come even you..."

Sherlock said calmly, "That's the truth."

"All right……"

Harry sighed.

Come to think of it, given Sherlock's personality, it was both unexpected and reasonable for him to say this.

He is that kind of person.

Looking at Ron again, he seemed to feel more at ease after receiving Sherlock's support. And then...

"But I think you'd better go and apologize to her later."

Harry: Σ(｀д′*ノ)ノ

Ron: Σ(°△°|||)︴

What's going on? Why are you jumping back and forth like this?

"Why?!"

Ron couldn't help it, "You said I was telling the truth."

"I can feel that you are nervous now."

Sherlock stared straight at Ron. Under his sharp gaze, Ron turned his head away guiltily.

Harry: |(*′口`)
At this moment, Harry had a strong feeling that Ron would definitely be persuaded by Sherlock in the next moment.

"If you have a clear conscience, you certainly don't need to go to her, but you don't."

"Not everyone can treat others like air like you do."

Ron muttered something.

He now felt more and more that Sherlock didn't look like an eleven-year-old boy at all.

Not to mention his peers, even his own prefect brother Percy might not be as mature as Sherlock.

Although Sherlock didn't say much, Ron was convinced as expected.

However, Hermione has not returned since she ran away.

She didn't reappear in Charms class, and wasn't even seen the entire afternoon.

Ron wanted to ask other people, but he couldn't lose face - after all, many people saw him scold Hermione and leave.

It was not until he went to the Halloween party that he overheard his twin sister Parvati Patil telling her friends that Hermione was crying sadly in the ladies' room and refusing to be comforted.

Ron looked even more embarrassed after hearing this.

With so much on my mind, even the colorful Halloween decorations in the auditorium were no longer attractive.

Even so, Ron didn't take the matter too seriously at this time.

Because Halloween dinner is much richer than usual.

The delicious food smelled so good that he instantly became a foodie.

He thought about filling his stomach first and bringing some food to Hermione later.

Ron thought that even if Hermione was angry, she would be fine as long as she had a good meal.

Then we started to feast on the food.

As he ate, he forgot about Hermione.

It was not until the middle of the dinner that Professor Quirrell, who had been regarded as a joke, suddenly rushed into the auditorium.

His face was filled with fear, and the much-maligned large scarf was worn askew on his head.

This way of appearance naturally made everyone's attention focused on him.

He stumbled to Professor Dumbledore's side, probably because he was too nervous, and didn't care that all the teachers and students in the school were looking at him, and stammered:
"T-Troll! The troll escaped to the dungeon! I thought you knew that."

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell headfirst to the floor.

He actually fainted.

This made several professors who originally wanted to blame him for speaking inappropriately lose their target.

As for Quirrell's action, it was like a rock falling into a calm lake, throwing the entire auditorium into chaos.

"Quiet!"

Even Dumbledore could only use his wand to create a few purple fireworks to control the situation in this situation.

At this moment, he was calm and composed, completely different from the crazy look he had at the opening ceremony.

"Prefect, please take the students from each house to their dormitories immediately!"

His condition also affected the students, and Percy was naturally familiar with it.

"I'm a prefect!
Senior students, please make way and let the freshmen go first!
Please note, I am a prefect!"

(End of this chapter)