Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 61: Just Snape

There is a rumor in the magic world.

Ever since Professor Dumbledore rejected the You-Know-Who's-Who as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, this course has been cursed.

Although unconfirmed, this statement is generally accepted by almost all wizards.

The reason is that since that incident, all professors teaching in that subject will leave after one year for various reasons.

Because of this, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has to recruit a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor every year.

Ten years ago, although Voldemort disappeared because of the savior Harry Potter, the curse he left behind seemed to have not been lifted.

The professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course still changes every year.

The reasons why professors leave are varied:
There were elderly and children at home who needed care, and my wife took half of my property in a divorce. I felt I was no longer capable of taking care of them, and then I suddenly became unwell due to an unexpected illness...

So when Professor Quirinus Quirrell volunteered to teach this course, Dumbledore and McGonagall agreed without hesitation.

Professor Quirrell, who graduated from Ravenclaw, was famous for his extraordinary talent when he was a student. Although he had been teaching Muggle Studies before, his theoretical knowledge was very solid.

After being selected as the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, Professor Quirrell was not even satisfied with the theory and hoped to gain first-hand practical experience.

So before the start of the new semester, he took some time to accumulate practical experience in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

His approach was also supported and understood by other professors.

Practice is very important for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

Unexpectedly, when Quirrell traveled to the Dark Forest, he got into trouble.

Although he later managed to get out of trouble and returned to school, he has been like a different person since then.

Everyone thought he was frightened by vampires and witches.

Not only did he start to stutter, but he also began to be afraid of everything, including his students, revealing his cowardice and helplessness.

But it was precisely such a timid person who was staring at Harry intently at this moment.

His gaze was decisive and cruel, completely inconsistent with his usual personality.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his mocking expression was somewhat similar to Sherlock's when he mentioned Scotland Yard.

"Just Snape..."

If he could hold on for a few more seconds, he would be able to knock the little boy off his broom.

No matter how many breaking spells Snape chanted, it was of no use.

This is his confidence as a Ravenclaw, and... the reliance on that person as a backer.

He disguised himself so well, and everyone's attention was on the field, so no one noticed that Qi Luo was abnormal.

But it was precisely for this reason that Quirrell himself did not notice Hermione nearby.

It wasn't until half a minute later when a scream was heard that he began to realize what was happening.

Cursing inwardly, he quickly began to put out the flames on his body.

At the same time, he was filled with fear and confusion. Was he exposed?

As soon as Quirrell stopped staring, Snape immediately gained the upper hand.

With his help, Harry was able to quickly stabilize himself.

He always kept Sherlock's instructions in mind, and once he got out of trouble, he had to end the game quickly and never give Quirrell a second chance.

It can be said that Harry is really lucky.

Almost the moment he regained his ability to move, he found his target and dived towards the ground.

Before anyone else could react, he had already fallen to the ground.

Under the shocked gaze of everyone in the audience, Harry jumped off the broom nimbly.

He clenched his fists, raised them high above his head, and waved them vigorously.

The whole process is as smooth as flowing water and is truly pleasing to the eye.

The game ended with Madam Hooch's whistle.

Harry subconsciously looked in the direction of the banner.

Although he couldn't see clearly because of the distance, he believed that Sherlock was also watching him.

It's a pity that he thought too much.

Sherlock's eyes were moving between Snape and Quirrell.

Judging from the result of this contest alone, Snape is no match for Quirrell.

This also meant that his previous inference was confirmed. At this time, Lee Jordan also loudly announced the result of the game - with Harry catching the Golden Snitch, Gryffindor won with 170 points to 40 points.

Although the game has ended, the scene is still very chaotic.

The Gryffindor team thought that Flint's collision had caused Harry's broom to malfunction.

Slytherin naturally refused to admit it.

Only dark magic could make a broomstick behave like that, and Flint didn't have that ability.

Even if Flint really did it through some shady means, he could not admit it.

Seeing Gryffindor, who had been pinned down by them, finally making a comeback and the players showing off their power, they felt extremely unhappy.

So there was inevitably some cursing and pushing and shoving in the conversation.

The expressions of the players on both sides became increasingly ferocious, their language became increasingly harsh, and their actions became increasingly violent, and eventually a conflict broke out.

As the players from both teams scuffled with each other, the spectators in the stands could no longer sit still and jumped down to cheer for their respective colleges.

"let's go!"

"Go, go, go!"

Following Sherlock's greeting, Ron, Dean, and Seamus all had bright faces and rushed down with him.

Hermione and Neville hesitated for a moment, then followed Sherlock into the arena.

Surprisingly, Sherlock did not join in the brawl.

Following his reminder, Hagrid found Harry as soon as possible and then took the four of them away.

The giant's physique was there, so even though the scene was extremely chaotic, the journey was still unimpeded.

"Sherlock, I thought you were sending us down there to beat up those guys! I was ready to punch Malfoy in the nose."

When they arrived at Hagrid's Golden Room, Ron took the strong tea handed to him by Hagrid and grumbled a little dissatisfiedly.

"Meaningless."

Sherlock said calmly, "There are quite a few professors coming to watch the game. The situation will be under control soon."

"Alright alright……"

Ron just complained subconsciously, and after hearing Sherlock's explanation, he talked about another thing.

"Sherlock, I still think Snape is not a good person.

I saw clearly that he was staring at Harry with his eyes fixed on him and that he was chanting spells without stopping.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Hagrid is a typical rough-hewn character. Even though he is in the stands, he has no idea what is happening next to him.

Hearing Ron say this at this moment, he naturally strongly opposed it.

"Why would Professor Snape do this? He has no reason to hurt Harry!"

Ron scratched his head. "Maybe because he's Harry's father's rival in love?"

"Merlin's beard!"

Hagrid stared at Harry in surprise, "Harry, which bastard told you this? I'm going to beat up this gossipy guy!"

"No one told me that," Harry said proudly. "Sherlock figured it out."

As it turned out, Sherlock's inference was once again proven correct.

"Oh, the gluttonous gargoyle!"

Hagrid had already seen Sherlock's abilities, but he still couldn't help but sigh when he heard the news.

He stared at Sherlock for a long moment, then said slowly:

"You are just as capable of seeing through people's hearts as Dumbledore, but even so... Professor Snape would never harm Harry."

Sherlock glanced at Ron, "He said that, not me."

Ron: (ー`ー)
"Also, according to my deduction, Professor Snape actually wanted to protect Harry just now, but unfortunately he was no match for Professor Quirrell."

"Who?"

Hagrid suddenly felt that his brain was not enough. "Who are you talking about?"

"Qurinus Quirrell, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Sherlock said calmly.

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