Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 49: Attack of the Giant Monster

The first time Sherlock saw the troll, a paragraph of introduction quickly appeared in his mind.

[Trolls are native to Scandinavia, but can now be seen in the UK, Ireland, Northern Europe and other places.]

[They prefer to eat raw meat, but are not picky about their prey, capturing everything from wild animals to humans, and they particularly like to eat fish.]

[Extremely violent lifestyle, often violent for no reason]

[Based on their appearance and habitat, they can be divided into three types: mountain giants, forest giants, and river giants.]

[Mountain Giants are the largest and most dangerous]

Whether it is "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" in the must-read book list for first graders, or "The 3D Survival Guide" that Sherlock bought out of interest, both introduce giant monsters.

The former is more inclined towards popular science and is mostly theoretical.

The latter is the author's personal experience, there is no theory, it is all practice.

At this time, Sherlock quickly dug them out from his memory attic.

Unfortunately, what appeared before him and Hermione was none other than the most troublesome mountain troll.

"People's physiques cannot be generalized. I once defeated a mountain giant with just a long sword when I was extremely hungry.

Unfortunately, the protein content of troll is very low, less than half of that of beef, and it is not suitable for consumption even if the head is removed.

My advice to those of you who are reading is not to confront them head on unless necessary.

Unless you are a powerful wizard, or have a strong body like me."

After seeing the giant monster with his own eyes, Sherlock deeply agreed with the author's statement.

So without saying a word, he covered Hermione's mouth and dragged her out of the girls' room.

If Hermione was treated like this on a normal day, she would definitely not cooperate.

But now Hermione was tired and hungry, and it was no exaggeration to say that even her tears had dried up.

So when I met Sherlock, I just let him do whatever he wanted.

As for the giant monster, it stopped by a door and peeked inside.

After a while, probably because it didn't find its target, it finally made a difficult decision with its little head.

Under the gaze of Sherlock and Hermione, the troll that broke into the basement slowly turned and left with its flat, rough, calloused feet.

"Although his acting is poor, he is smarter than I thought."

Sherlock muttered to himself as he watched the troll's retreating back.

At this time, Hermione finally recovered from her shock.

She silently took Sherlock's hand away from his mouth, stood up straight and straightened her clothes.

After hearing Sherlock's words, he couldn't help but ask in confusion: "What did you say?"

"somebody is coming."

Sherlock didn't answer, but pointed to the side and pulled Hermione to hide again.

I was extremely nervous just now and didn't feel anything when Sherlock dragged me away, but now I couldn't help feeling a little weird.

But the next moment, her attention was attracted by the figure that suddenly appeared.

Because that person was their Potions professor and the head of Slytherin House.

Severus Snape.

Watching him walk across the corridor and disappear from her sight, Hermione couldn't help but ask:
"Professor Snape? Why is he here alone?
Everyone should be celebrating Halloween in the auditorium at this time, right?
And, Sherlock, why did you come here to see me?"

Once she returned to normal, Hermione's clever intelligence took over again and she blurted out a series of questions.

"We'll talk about this later." Sherlock didn't want to explain anything now. He looked aside and said, "Call them up first."

"What did you say?"

Hermione didn't react for a moment.

"Oh, dear Hermione," Sherlock turned to look at her with a hint of amusement in his eyes, "If you look closely enough, you should have noticed that there are two more people there."

Looking in the direction Sherlock pointed, Hermione was surprised to find two heads slowly popping out from behind a large stone sculpture of a griffin.

One of them was the culprit who almost got her trapped here - Ron Weasley.

As for the other one, it is naturally Ron's best friend, Harry Potter.

Harry and Ron were stunned when they saw the troll's huge body with their own eyes.

They held their breath and dared not make a sound, for fear that the troll would hear them. After waiting for a long time for the troll to leave, they heard another noise behind them.

The two men originally thought that Percy had followed them, so they quickly hid behind the stone sculpture of a griffin.

But he saw Snape.

Harry immediately whispered to Ron beside him, "Why isn't he with the other teachers? What is he doing in the dungeon?"

"how could I know!"

Ron looked a little irritated.

He is a good man after all.

Although he spoke harshly to Hermione today, he never intended to harm her.

Now that he thought that Hermione might run into the troll because of him, he felt guilty and regretful.

"He's heading towards the fourth floor."

Harry's attention was still on Snape. After all, the fourth floor was a restricted area that Dumbledore had specifically mentioned.

Ron raised his hand, "Harry, we're looking for..."

Before he could finish his words, a voice interrupted him.

"I suggest you don't focus on him."

"Sherlock!"

The moment he saw Sherlock, Harry was ecstatic. The feeling of finding his backbone again... he was so happy.

As for Ron, he was the first to notice Hermione next to Sherlock.

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief: "Sherlock, you really are here to save her!"

Strangely enough, when he saw Hermione standing beside Sherlock safe and sound, for some reason, he suddenly had a very subtle idea.

I wish I had been the one who saved her.

As soon as this thought came to Ron, he was shocked by himself.

Damn it, how could I think like that?

The most important thing is that Granger is safe and sound!

Maybe it's because he was the one who hurt her, so he wants to save her with his own hands?

Well, that must be the case!

Ron thought so.

"Well, I guess so," Sherlock nodded, "and it also serves to verify one of my inferences."

"What inference? By the way, did you see the troll just now?"

"Of course," Sherlock said, looking off into the distance, his gaze growing deeper as he turned to look at Harry and Ron. "I'm going to continue following it. Do you want to join me?"

"Go, go, go!"

Now that Hermione was safe, the adventurous spirit in the others immediately became restless.

Just thinking about following a professor who is a dean is exciting!

"It? Not him?"

Only Hermione noticed Sherlock's address.

"Hermione, you found the blind spot," Sherlock smiled at Hermione and confirmed her statement, "It's 'it'."

Harry and Ron then realized, "Wait, aren't we following Snape?"

"No, it's a troll."

"what?"

Harry, Hermione, and Ron all widened their eyes.

"Don't look at me like that," Sherlock said calmly. "If my deduction is correct, the next step is the key... Do you still want to go?"

"Of course!"