Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 73 How did the country become like this?
Even after leaving number 4 Privet Drive and sitting in the back seat of the car again, Harry still felt like he was in a dream.

His hands were tightly clasped around a photo album.

This was the biggest gain of his trip.

Through conversation with Mrs. Dursley, Sherlock easily deduced that she was hypocritical and still retained traces of her sister's life.

Then he gave out the special weight loss pills and anti-hair loss shampoo he had bought in Diagon Alley.

Mrs. Dursley was not stupid and gave her nephew an early Christmas present.

A photo of Lily when she was young.

Interestingly, Mrs. Dursley initially told her husband that Sherlock was there to sell shampoo.

I didn't expect that he would accept the shampoo in the end.

What’s even more interesting is that the main ingredient of this anti-hair loss shampoo is the Porter family’s hair growth potion.

I don’t know if this counts as export-to-domestic sales.

Because of the Dursleys' friendly attitude, Sherlock gave Dudley two extra bags of chocolate frogs when he left.

Dudley was naturally very happy and ignored his parents' stern looks and accepted the gift.

"Sherlock, thank you...thank you so much!"

Before Sherlock could say anything, Mrs. Holmes, who was driving, burst into laughter.

Without turning her head, she said:

"Don't say that, dear Harry—you and Sherlock are friends. Isn't it normal for friends to help each other?"

Sherlock nodded, agreeing with his mother's words, and then pointed to the album Harry was looking through:

"I suggest sending this photo to Professor Snape. It should be the best Christmas gift for him."

It was a photo of two people.

The youthful girl has red hair as bright as flames, with slightly curled ends that playfully drape over her shoulders.

Her fair skin is faintly flushed, her nose is straight and small, the corners of her mouth are slightly upturned, revealing two shallow dimples. Her smile, as bright as the sun, is warm and healing, able to dispel any haze.

As many people have said, those deep emerald green eyes were exactly like Harry's, clear and bright.

As for the young man whose arm she was holding.

Not to mention that familiar-looking face, just looking at the oily hair like kelp, the identity is obvious.

Harry suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Sherlock had asked him what gifts he wanted to give to the professors. It turned out that they were waiting here.

But he still hesitated:
"My mother really has a good relationship with Snape...Professor?"

"It's obvious."

Sherlock said in a firm tone, "Although we still don't know why they parted ways, until now, he still feels deeply guilty for not protecting your mother."

"But, is it true that Professor Snape has no connection to Voldemort?"

Harry asked with some confusion, "I wanted to tell you last time. When school started, he looked at me and the scar on my forehead started to hurt..."

Sherlock, who was originally lazy, immediately became serious when he heard what Harry said. He supported his chin with both hands and looked at Harry with bright eyes.

"Did your scar hurt when you looked Professor Snape in the eye?"

"Yes," Harry honestly described his feelings at the time. "Although the burning pain disappeared immediately, it was really painful at that moment. I've never felt this way before."

Sherlock thought for a moment and then slowly asked:
"Are you sure it was the eye contact with Professor Snape that caused it? And not something like that on the Quidditch field?"

"Yeah…wait, Sherlock what do you mean?"

When Sherlock mentioned the Quidditch field, Harry suddenly remembered the situation at that time.

Everyone thought that Snape was trying to throw him off his broom, but Sherlock pointed out that Snape was actually protecting him.

"Perhaps you have forgotten."

Sherlock said quietly, "The person sitting next to Snape at that time was Quirrell."

Harry: (o〃)
As Christmas is approaching, the festive atmosphere is becoming more and more intense.

Ron initially complained that Sherlock and Harry went to Privet Drive without him.

But soon his attention was attracted by other new things.

At first, I played wizard chess with Mr. Holmes, who was quite good at it.

The two are a perfect match.

It's much more interesting than playing chess with Harry.

Recently, he has become addicted to TV again.

He found it very interesting that a box could play moving images of scenery and characters and make sounds without any magic.

A few days later, Hermione and her parents also came to Sherlock's house.

It has been nearly a week since she returned home from Hogwarts, and Christmas is approaching, but Sherlock has not called her once.

Finally, Hermione couldn't wait any longer and made a phone call.

Mrs. Holmes, who received the call, immediately seized the opportunity and invited the Granger family to visit.

Mr. Granger was quite critical of this, "They clearly agreed to come to our house..."

Mrs. Granger, however, didn't think it was a big deal. "Dear, don't worry about the details. As long as the children are happy, that's all that matters."

But Hermione wasn't going to let someone off so easily.

"Sherlock, didn't you agree to call?"

Hermione put her hands on her hips and looked at Sherlock with dissatisfaction.

Sherlock: ┑(￣Д￣)┍

Harry and Ron on the side couldn't help but laugh when they saw this.

It's so rare to see Sherlock get humiliated.

“And you two!
Harry, why didn't you remind Sherlock to call?

Ron, you can't call, so you'll always owl, right?"

Harry, Ron: ╮（╯＿╰）╭

Seeing Hermione like this, Mrs. Holmes and Mrs. Granger couldn't help but chuckle.

"It's great to be young..."

"Yeah, that's great..."

As for Mr. Granger, he was watching the news on TV and discussing in a low voice with Mr. Holmes.

"What a troubled time..."

Mr. Holmes looked at the bald man who was making an impassioned speech in the news and shook his head slightly.

"Damn it, how did the country become like this!"

The usually gentle Mr. Granger cursed out loud, which was very rare.

"If this continues, this country will become a laughing stock in the international community!"

Mr. Holmes looked at him in surprise. He hadn't realized that Hermione's father had such a side.

"I suggest you go to the bank and borrow some rubles to exchange for pounds," Mr. Holmes said cautiously to Mr. Granger after staring at the news for a moment. "Don't make the amount too large."

Mr. Granger was startled. "Do you also think..."

"It's hard to say, it's just a possibility."

Mr. Granger thought for a moment, then went to discuss it with his wife.

In the end, the two decided to follow Mr. Holmes' advice and go to the bank tomorrow.

The Grangers and the Holmes family are now very familiar with each other.

He still trusts Sherlock's father's vision.

Sherlock naturally noticed the actions of the two families.

However, politics was too far away for an 11-year-old boy like him, and it was not something he should care about right now.

But after learning that magic still exists in this world, Sherlock couldn't help but feel a little confused.

If this giant really falls, will it have an impact on the wizarding world?
(End of this chapter)