Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 72 Why Are You So Skilled?
"It seems that Madam does know a lot about magic."

Mrs. Dursley's behavior was naturally what Sherlock expected.

Under the other party's nervous gaze, he said calmly:

"In that case, then Madam must have heard of the magic of Legilimency."

Harry looked at Sherlock in shock.

No buddy, what do you want to do?
Sherlock's appearance at this moment could be described as polite and impeccable, but what he said made the Dursleys feel as if they were in an ice cellar.

"I think you can guess what this magic is used for just by listening to the name—it can forcibly read other people's memories..."

He took out his wand again and rubbed it gently.

"Ma'am, you don't want me to use magic to force you to submit, do you?"

Harry: (⊙Д⊙)

"Sherlock..."

Harry was stunned.

Although he knew that Sherlock said this deliberately in order to get information.

But, this expression, this movement, this tone...

He couldn't help but want to shout:
Why are you so skilled!

Faced with the polite Sherlock, the Dursleys finally lost.

Both of them were keenly aware that they must not treat Harry's classmate as a child.

Especially Mr. Dursley, he has seen a lot of big scenes.

So he found that the demeanor and temperament of Sherlock and his mother were no different from those of the bigwigs he had met in the upper class.

Penny knew her husband very well and could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his expression.

"Well, since you want to know..."

She took a deep breath and slowly spoke out the information related to Lily Potter, oh, Lily Evans at the time.

"Your mother...Lily."

Her voice was a little stiff, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, as if she was suppressing some emotion.

"She's been different since she was little. There are always... strange things happening around her, like making withered lilies bloom again.

I remember one time, she accidentally fell from a tree, but she landed lightly on the ground, as if she was supported by something.

Until the summer when she was 11, she received a letter sent by owl, just like you..."

About half an hour later, Penny ended her narration in a halting manner.

Harry lowered his head, lost in sorrow.

Sherlock frowned.

Mrs. Dursley's account does provide some additional information.

For example, long before Lily entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she knew a boy who lived in the poor area of ​​Spinner's End.

The boy was always gloomy, wore old clothes and had greasy hair.

The two had a good relationship and went to Hogwarts together and became classmates.

But after a few years of entering school, they broke up for unknown reasons.

But even so, as Harry's mother's biological sister, the information she provided was still less than expected.

And most of them happened before Lily got married.

According to Petunia, the two sisters have lost contact since Lily married Potter.

Until ten years ago.

One morning, when Mrs. Dursley opened the door to put the bottle in, she discovered the swaddled baby Harry and a letter with a scream.

That letter was written by Dumbledore, and it was through that letter that she learned about the murder of Harry's parents.

Despite this, in order to allow her family to continue living an "ordinary" life, she had not told Harry about magic for all these years, and told Harry that they died in a car accident.

"Thank you very much for your statement, Mrs. Dursley."

Sherlock smiled. "But I still think you might as well make your words more clear."

"What did you say?" Mrs. Dursley immediately became alert. "I've told you everything I know."

"really?"

Sherlock shook his head and then said something that shocked everyone present:
"Actually... you envy your sister, right?"

"I'm not, I didn't, you're talking nonsense!"

When Mrs. Dursley heard Sherlock say that she envied her sister, she immediately panicked and began to explain.

Mr. Dursley immediately hugged his wife tightly, looking at her with a worried look, and then turned his gaze to Sherlock:

"Watch your tone, kid!"

Unfortunately, Sherlock is not Harry, so he will not be scared by Mr. Dursley.

He looked Mrs. Dursley in the eyes and said calmly:
"Isn't this the only exchange of letters between you and Professor Dumbledore?

You had already communicated before Harry's mother came into the school.

Haven't you also thought about becoming a witch?"

"you you……"

Mrs. Dursley shot to her feet and looked at Sherlock in panic.

She lost her composure.

Sherlock's words reminded her of her girlhood, that windblown summer.

Although it was a tactful reply, it was a ruthless rejection.

A letter sent twenty years ago now turned into a sharp knife that stabbed into his heart.

"Finally, your decision to break off ties with the wizarding world wasn't around the time Harry's parents got married."

He gave Mrs. Dursley a deep look. "According to my guess, that time should have been shortly after Harry's mother entered Hogwarts."

Harry: w(Д)w
Harry had made that expression even more today than he had on his first meeting with Hagrid four months ago.

Aunt Petunia had been in contact with Headmaster Dumbledore for a long time?
Aunt Petunia actually knew Professor Snape a long time ago?

Aunt Petunia actually envied her own mother?
It sounds ridiculous, but when it comes out of Sherlock's mouth, it becomes extremely convincing.

"You said you wouldn't use that kind of magic on us!"

Mr. Dursley hugged his wife tightly and roared at Sherlock, "How could you go back on your word!"

Sherlock was somewhat helpless:
"It takes no magic to deduce that—just as I can tell you're inviting Mr. and Mrs. Mason to dinner today."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

This time, it was Mr. Dursley's turn to lose his composure.

"Well, it seems I have to explain."

Shylock seemed a little bored. He said lazily:
"Mrs. Dursley was obviously still cooking when she opened the door for us. The dishes and drinks in the kitchen indicated that they were being prepared for dinner - if it was lunchtime, it would obviously be too late.

There are two extra pairs of guest slippers on the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall, one in men's size and one in women's size. The styles are formal and decent, not the same style as the ones used in your home.

All the newspapers on the table contained reports about the same company, whose owner happened to be Mr. Mason, and much of the content on them was scribbled over.

The dining table was covered with a clean and tidy tablecloth, and there were plates, knives, forks, wine glasses, etc., the number of which corresponded to five people. This was obviously also prepared for reception.

The golf ball ornaments on the display shelf in the living room and the golf course landscape oil painting on the wall were obviously just hung there.

From this I can make a double inference, that you are going to entertain Mr. and Mrs. Mason tonight.

Mr. Mason enjoys playing golf, and you hope to steer the conversation about your work over dinner so you can close this order."

Silence fell.

The Dursleys were completely stunned.

Mrs. Holmes looked at her son with pride.

Harry puffed out his chest with pride, feeling proud of it.

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