Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 58 Don’t be afraid of what I’m going to say

Since November in Scotland, the weather has been getting colder.

This is especially true of Hogwarts, which is located in the Highlands.

The mountains surrounding the castle were covered in snow, which had not melted for more than ten days.

The surface of the Black Lake froze over early, and many little wizards ran onto the ice to play.

Although it was a sunny day on the first Saturday, the temperature was still very low.

That morning, everyone in the dining hall was excitedly discussing the first Quidditch match of the season.

Gryffindor VS Slytherin.

From time to time, people cast concerned glances at Harry.

This was because the news had spread that first-year student Harry Potter had been made an exception and joined the Gryffindor team as a Seeker.

Gryffindor captain Wood was furious.

His original plan was to use Harry as a secret weapon and attack him by surprise on the day of the competition.

We also made great efforts to ensure confidentiality for this purpose.

I never expected that this matter would get out.

Just as Sherlock had expected.

But now it is meaningless to find out who leaked the news.

Wood could only rage helplessly.

However, almost everyone was very interested in Harry's debut on the field.

Some people said that Harry would be a great player, and that the savior of the wizarding world must be good at Quidditch, otherwise he would not have been allowed to join the school team and become a regular player.

It can't be that he got into the team through the back door, right?
But others say he will perform poorly.

Especially this morning.

Rumors were circulating among students that during the competition, someone would need to hold a mattress on the ground and run along to prevent the players from falling.

"It was probably Malfoy and the others who did it. He's been jealous of you being able to participate in the official competition as a first-year."

Hermione speculated.

"Obviously," Sherlock said calmly, "it's pointless except for venting emotions - but the imagination is commendable."

"Harry, you'd better eat some breakfast."

Ron mumbled as he stuffed sausage into his mouth.

Harry shook his head: "I don't want to eat anything."

"How about some toast," coaxed Hermione.

"I'm not hungry."

Harry continued to shake his head.

He feels terrible now.

He would be heading to the competition venue in an hour, and he was so nervous that he had already gone to the bathroom several times.

However, it did not improve his bad and nervous mood.

"Eat some," Sherlock looked at Harry, "You need to maintain your strength. The Seeker is the one the opponent focuses on."

Harry was startled for a moment, then nodded and took the toast handed to him by Neville.

Hermione, Ron: (＝.＝)

So you only listen to him, right?
At eleven o'clock, almost all the teachers and students in the school came to the stands around the Quidditch field.

Although the seats were raised to mid-air, it was sometimes still difficult to see the game clearly, so many students brought binoculars.

Sherlock took Hermione and Ron to the top row.

Speaking of which, we have to thank Wood for getting this Feng Shui treasure land.

Until now, Wood has not given up on letting Sherlock join the school team.

He even gave her special treatment for this - Sherlock could watch them while they trained.

During this process, Sherlock became familiar with the people in the hospital team, and it was easy for him to get a seat in the VIP seats.

When the round-faced Neville, the black-faced Dean, and the blaster Seamus saw this, they came over without saying a word.

As Sherlock's roommates, Neville and Dean also got the sheets that were soiled by Ron's pet rat Scabbers.

Together, the three of them used it to draw a huge banner that read "Potter Must Win." Dean, who was good at drawing, also drew a large Gryffindor lion at the bottom.

It can be said that it is quite attentive.

Seeing the huge banner brought by the three people, Hermione thought about it and simply cast another spell on it.

Then the paint began to sparkle with colorful light and became more conspicuous.

"Where is Holmes?"

Seamus was impressed by Hermione's outstanding magical attainments while looking around.

As we all know, Sherlock is Harry's best friend, and he should be there in this situation.

"He had something to do with Harry and just left."

Ron said without looking up from the chicken leg in his mouth.

"Ah, what's so urgent?"

Dean couldn't help but be a little surprised, because the game was about to start!
At this moment, Harry and the other players in the locker room had already changed into bright red Quidditch robes.

Sherlock pulled Harry aside and said to him:

"Harry, don't be afraid of what I'm about to say."

Harry: o((⊙﹏⊙))o.
Now that you say that, how can I not be afraid?
I swallowed quietly, then heard Sherlock ask, "How's your broomstick?"

"You mean the Nimbus 2000?"

Although he didn't understand why Sherlock suddenly asked this, Harry still answered honestly:
"It's very good. I just need to touch it lightly and it will turn in the direction I need it to go."

"Very good. If my inference is correct, it may cause some problems in the next game."

"what is the problem?"

Harry suddenly became nervous.

"Don't worry, my friend, it's not a big deal."

Sherlock patted Harry's shoulder. "Someone will cast a spell on your broomstick and throw you off it while you're racing."

Harry: Σ(°△°|||)︴

Do you want to hear what you are saying?
Someone wants to kill me, and you say it's not a big deal?

"I just checked. Professor Snape is here. He will protect you."

Harry: ||Φ|(|T|Д|T|)|Φ||
Why do I feel more scared?
"Also, I will stop the other party at the first opportunity."

Harry felt a little relieved after hearing Sherlock say this. He lowered his voice and said, "Is it Quirrell?"

“It’s still uncertain at the moment, but as long as he takes action this time, it’s almost certain.

Actually, I originally suggested that Dumbledore come to watch the game. You would be absolutely safe with him there.

But then the person who wants to take action will know that he can't do anything, so he won't take action."

At this point, Sherlock suddenly paused. He hesitated for a moment, then posed a question:
"This is a very dangerous thing - even so, are you willing to continue the game?"

Harry's head snapped up.

He noticed that although Sherlock's expression looked as indifferent as usual, there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

More importantly, he felt concern from the other person's seemingly casual tone.

Harry understood immediately that Sherlock was worried.

Worrying about taking on the responsibility of luring the snake out of its hole.

He was also talking about Professor Snape, and it turns out that he himself has such a dishonest side.

Thinking of this, Harry suddenly wanted to play a joke on Sherlock: "If I say no..."

"Then I'll compete for you."

Sherlock said immediately.

Harry: o(*￣▽￣*)o
"Thank you, Sherlock."

Harry's eyes were a little moist. He looked at Sherlock and whispered, "Since you and Dumbledore both need me, let me do it."

"Hey, Potter, Holmes, are you guys still not well?"

"The captain is about to start his speech. He'll lose his spirits if he's missing an audience... Ouch, why did you hit me..."

The Weasley twins began to speak, but were interrupted by a slap from Wood.

(End of this chapter)