Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 52: Sherlock Holmes

Halloween Eve.

When the news of the troll's death came, the Gryffindor common room was crowded with young wizards.

The little lions who were already having a meal together were so excited that they were even more reluctant to go to sleep.

Such environmental factors meant that the absence of Sherlock and others did not attract the attention of others.

When they come back, I will naturally be able to blend in smoothly.

However, as far as the four of them were concerned, the atmosphere was inevitably a bit awkward.

It would have been fine if Snape had been involved in this external conflict just now, but now that we have returned to the common room, it is not convenient to discuss this topic anymore.

Mainly Hermione and Ron.

Sherlock had never known what it was like to be embarrassed.

As for Harry, he was not at fault in the whole thing.

Finally, it was Hermione who broke the silence.

She first looked at Sherlock and said "thank you" to him.

Then he smiled and nodded at Harry and Ron.

Then he ran towards his plate as if escaping.

"Granger, wait..."

Ron stretched out his right arm, palm with five fingers spread out, trying to call Hermione.

He really wanted to apologize.

Unfortunately, the person has already run away.

"It's okay, I don't think she will mind."

Seeing this, Harry patted Ron on the shoulder and said so.

Ron looked at Hermione who had already mixed in with the girls and could only sigh and put down his hand.

People teach people, but they can’t teach.

Things teach people, and they will learn it once and for all.

After this night, Hermione Granger no longer cared so much about breaking school rules.

This also made her much more lovable, and her relationship with her classmates was no longer as awkward as before.

He also became friends with Harry and Ron who could call each other by their first names after Sherlock.

On the third day after Halloween, which was also the day before the first Quidditch game of the season, Harry was suddenly called out by Professor McGonagall while he was training.

Harry had originally thought that McGonagall was going to give him some pre-match encouragement.

After all, if they can win this game against Slytherin, their ranking in the College Cup Championship will rise to second place.

However, as he walked, he felt that something was wrong.

Because Professor McGonagall said nothing and took him to a separate small tower.

Then he went up to the eighth floor in one breath and stopped in front of a stone beast with a gargoyle.

As soon as she gave the command, the gargoyle leaped aside nimbly, and the wall behind it broke in two.

Hidden behind the door, a slowly ascending spiral staircase comes into view.

Harry didn't know and didn't dare to ask, so he just remained silent and followed Professor McGonagall all the way up to the top of the stairs.

A shining oak door appeared before him, with a brass knocker in the shape of a lion's body and griffin on it.

"..."

Along the way, Harry was already a little confused and had no idea what Professor McGonagall was trying to do.

But as she pulled the knocker, Harry froze.

What comes into view is a spacious and beautiful circular room. At one end of the room is a huge table with unique claw-shaped legs.

On a shelf behind the desk sat a tattered, crumpled wizard's hat.

Harry recognized it immediately as the Sorting Hat that had put him into Gryffindor at the start of term.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing here is the old man with a long beard in the house.

The moment he saw him, Harry subconsciously ignored everything else.

Albus Dumbledore!
This is actually the principal's office!

At this moment, several thoughts flashed through Harry's mind.

Quidditch games are important, both for myself and for Gryffindor House.

But... no matter how important it was, it couldn't be so important that Dumbledore personally encouraged it, right? Or had he violated the school rules again?
Harry began to try hard to recall his behavior in recent times, and it seemed that he had not violated any rules!
Except for not being obedient on Halloween Eve and going to the basement classroom.

But isn't that over?
While Harry was still in a trance.

"Mr. Holmes, may we begin now?"

As Dumbledore spoke, Harry realized something.

I was so nervous that I didn't notice that there were other people here besides Dumbledore.

Looking around at this moment, he found that in addition to Dumbledore, McGonagall who had just arrived here, and himself, there were also Sherlock, Hermione, and... Snape in the room!

Combined with what Dumbledore had just said, Harry suddenly woke up.

Could it be... that it was Sherlock's idea for me to come here?
"It's just as you thought, my dear Harry."

When Harry subconsciously looked at Sherlock, the latter saw through his thoughts as usual, "In order to verify the reliability of my statement, I need your help."

Before Harry could respond, Snape's cold voice rang out:

"Great Detective Mr. Holmes, we have now found them all as you requested. I hope you will not let us down."

Sure enough, it was Sherlock's idea that brought me here!
And Hermione should be too, but why is that?

Before Harry could figure this out, Sherlock turned to Hermione and said, "You can start now."

Hermione nodded and started talking from the last Charms class on Halloween.

At this moment, Harry finally learned what happened that day from Hermione's perspective.

It's exactly the same as Sherlock's original inference.

First, because she couldn't stand Ron's ridicule, she hid in the ladies' room and cried for a long time.

Secondly, he was rescued in time by Sherlock before the troll arrived.

Once again, he and Sherlock discovered the whereabouts of themselves and Ron.

In the end, the four of them followed the giant all the way and found horrible blood words of unknown meaning.

Although some of the content was Harry's personal experience, it sounded fresh coming from Hermione's mouth.

Just as Harry was listening with great interest, Sherlock suddenly spoke:
"It's your turn, Harry."

"what?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

Sherlock was asking himself to recount what happened that day just as Hermione had.

Facing Dumbledore's encouraging gaze, Harry calmed himself down and slowly told him about his experience that day.

During the statement, he also vaguely understood why Sherlock asked him and Hermione to come over.

As for what happened on Halloween, Sherlock, myself, and Hermione each had an experience that had no intersection and they acted independently.

As for why Ron was not called, it was naturally because he and Ron were together from beginning to end.

But why is there no Quirrell?

After telling his experience with this doubt, Sherlock began his statement.

But he startled everyone as soon as he opened his mouth:
"First, the troll in the dungeon was put there by Professor Quirrell."

Harry and Hermione's mouths dropped open in surprise.

But Harry, who trusted Sherlock unconditionally, reacted quickly.

That's it!

That's why Quirrell is not here.

McGonagall and Snape raised their eyebrows.

As for Dumbledore, he turned to Harry and Hermione. His tone was gentle, but the words he said left the two speechless.

"Harry, Hermione, could you please leave first?"

Harry and Hermione looked towards Sherlock subconsciously.

When he saw Sherlock nod at them, he walked out the door reluctantly.

"Principal Dumbledore, it seems that in the minds of Mr. Potter and Miss Granger, our great detective Sherlock Holmes is more trustworthy than you."

Dumbledore laughed when he heard Snape being sarcastic again and putting emphasis on "headmaster" and "the great detective Sherlock Holmes".

"Severus, I, an old man on my deathbed, am no match for the young."

Snape: (￣_，￣)
"Mr. Sherlock, you may continue."

(End of this chapter)