Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 82 Why Can’t I Control My Mouth

"Mr. Holmes, thank you so much!"

When Sherlock points out that there is more than one way to solve the difficulties Hagrid faces, Hagrid unconsciously gives a thank you.

But as soon as he said it, he realized that something seemed wrong.

"Wait...I haven't said anything yet?!"

what's the situation?
I just sent an owl to tell Sherlock that I had something to discuss with him.

As for Sherlock, he had just come to his cabin to drink a cup of tea.

How did he know he was in trouble?

Sherlock was also speechless.

If other people's secrets still need to be analyzed and inferred through observation, then Rubeus Hagrid simply has everything he wants to say written on his face.

Not to mention myself, even Hermione... Oh no, it should be Harry... Oh no, it should be Ron.

Ron was able to get words out of Hagrid.

Because this person just can't keep a secret.

"Aren't you worried about how to deal with this dragon egg? I have three solutions:

First, tell this matter to Headmaster Dumbledore. With his ability, he will obviously handle this matter well.
Second, contact Ron's brother Charlie Weasley, who studies dragons in Romania and can also solve it safely;

third……"

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Before Sherlock could come up with the third solution, Hagrid interrupted him again.

He stared at Sherlock with a look of extreme horror. "Merlin's beard—how did you know that?"

"What did you say?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows. "Don't you want to solve the dragon egg problem?"

"I want to! But you have to tell me first, how did you know I got a dragon egg? I clearly didn't tell you anything!"

Hagrid's eyes were as big as bells.

He really couldn't understand why Sherlock already knew everything even though he hadn't said anything.

"All right……"

Sherlock knew from the look in Hagrid's eyes that he wouldn't be able to calm down unless he explained clearly.

So I had to repeat what seemed obvious to him:
“If you don’t want others to know about this, then you should put these books away in the room, or at least not put them in such a conspicuous place.

"Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland", "From Hatching to Nirvana", "A Guide to Dragon Keeping", and "Dragon Keeping for Pleasure and Profit". Otherwise, I think anyone who sees them will find them strange.

Also, all the curtains in the room were drawn, the fire in the fireplace was even brighter than on the coldest days, and the temperature in the house had reached an unbearable level.

Of course, the most important thing is that from my angle I can see the egg in the fireplace - as far as I know, only dragon eggs need to be hatched in this way."

When Sherlock finished speaking all this at a very fast speed, Hagrid had not even put away the books about dragons.

Sherlock: ←_←

The scene was very embarrassing.

"Well, I didn't expect you to see through me. That's really impressive, Sherlock!"

Hagrid was so excited that he even changed his address.

Sherlock: (_)
"Okay, what's your third idea?"

Hagrid rubbed his hands together excitedly. "To be honest, I don't think the first two ideas are very good..."

Just by looking at his appearance, Sherlock knew that this guy wanted to raise a dragon himself.

However, in the wizarding world, this is a typical illegal behavior.

As early as the 1709 Wizarding Conference, it was forbidden for individuals to keep dragons - Professor Binns once mentioned this on a whim during the History of Magic course.

"Let's first talk about how this dragon egg came about."

"Are you also interested in dragon eggs?"

Hagrid suddenly became excited.

"To be precise, I'm interested in the person who gave you the dragon egg."

Hagrid's expression suddenly turned confused.

"Why, no wonder there's something wrong with this egg?"

"No, the problem is you." Sherlock's eyes sparkled, and he placed his chin on his hands. "Now, tell me in detail what happened that night."

When Hagrid heard Sherlock asking about the dragon eggs, he was very confused, but he still cooperated and told her what happened that day.

To put it simply, he went to the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade to drink as usual, and happened to meet a stranger who wanted to play cards with him.

As a result, the opponent's card skills were not good, and he lost several Galleons to Hagrid.

The gambler was so frustrated by the loss that he took out a dragon egg as a bet, but unfortunately he still lost to Hagrid in the end.

Hagrid's explanation wasn't very detailed, but it was enough for Sherlock.

"So you didn't see his appearance clearly."

"Yes, that fellow never took off his cloak."

At this point Hagrid couldn't help but laugh, "Sherlock, you're a bit too sensitive. The Hog's Head is always frequented by some weird guys, and there are many people like him."

"That's true, but it's meaningless."

Sherlock looked at Hagrid and said, "But there aren't many people who are interested in magical creatures and carry dragon eggs with them, and yet someone like you found you."

"Um... Sherlock, could you explain yourself a little more clearly?"

Hagrid scratched the back of his head a little embarrassedly, "You know, I'm not really good at thinking."

Sherlock sighed deeply. "So... besides the Hound of the Baskervilles, what else have you placed near the Philosopher's Stone?"

"It's not a hound, it's a furry!"

Hearing Sherlock "slandering" his beloved dog, Hagrid first refuted it, and then continued: "Although it looks fierce, I can control it very well. I just need to play some music for it and it will fall asleep immediately.

Dumbledore borrowed Fluffy from me, and then asked several other teachers to cast a spell:

Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, Professor Quirrell—and, of course, Dumbledore himself had done some magic.

Wait a minute, I forgot one person - oh, yes, it's Professor Snape."

At this point, Hagrid's face suddenly showed a look of horror, and he slapped himself hard:

"Why can't I control my mouth?"

Sherlock: (_)
Why can’t you control it? Don’t you know it yourself?
To be honest, Sherlock didn't feel any satisfaction at all when facing Hagrid.

He didn't even have to infer anything; he explained everything clearly.

"Hagrid, calm down. Dumbledore has already told me all this."

Sherlock said calmly and calmly, "It now appears that the person who lost the dragon egg to you was Quirrell."

"How could it be him? He was among those who set up the mechanism to protect the Philosopher's Stone..."

Apparently, Hagrid hadn't remembered what Sherlock had said last time in the hut.

Sherlock was not surprised at all. He was too lazy to say anything more and once again pushed the matter onto Dumbledore.

"I have already confirmed this with Dumbledore."

Hagrid's eyes widened again.

what's the situation?
He had felt this way last time, and this time it was even stronger.

Why did Dumbledore tell Sherlock everything?
It was obviously me who came first!
"Let's get back to the dragon eggs."

As soon as he heard about dragon eggs, Hagrid's attention was immediately attracted, and he forgot about the things about Hairy Quirrell and the Philosopher's Stone...

But Sherlock startled him as soon as he opened his mouth.

"The third option is to hand over the dragon egg to me."

"for you?"

Hagrid looked at Sherlock in confusion. Has he been abandoned by the times?

No wonder it is said that in today’s magical world, wizards as young as twelve years old can deal with dangerous creatures like fire dragons?
If this is true, wouldn’t I be living a dog’s life at my age?

"Yes," Sherlock said with a sly look in his eyes, "I happened to see a potion recipe in a banned book, and it requires dragon eggs."

"Wait... you mean..."

"It's just as you thought. I'm going to use dragon eggs to make medicine."

After saying this, he took another deep look at the big black egg that Hagrid had placed on the fireplace.

Noticing Sherlock's burning gaze on the dragon egg, Hagrid couldn't help but shudder.

"No, no, this is a life!"

"If it hasn't hatched, it's not considered life."

Sherlock waved his hand. "I suggest you think about it carefully. I can pay you some Galleons as a reward..."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Hagrid stood up suddenly, and the chair was knocked over with him, and it fell to the side with a clang.

"I'd rather tell Dumbledore that I accidentally revealed the secret about Fluffy than let you, Holmes, use it to make medicine!"

He waved his strong arms and spoke excitedly.

Sherlock's name was changed to Holmes.

"Really? That's such a pity!"

Sherlock shook his head and said with regret.

Seeing him like this, Hagrid couldn't help but feel even more frightened.

What kind of person did Gryffindor recruit this year?
"Pfft hahahahaha..."

In the Gryffindor common room, Ron laughed so hard that he fell backwards. "Oh my God! Sherlock, you are so mean. You actually used this method to force Hagrid to hand over the dragon egg."

"I have to say, although it's a bit despicable, it is indeed effective." Hermione gave her evaluation.

"That's true, dragons are too dangerous, even Hagrid would have a hard time taming them.

He should have seen all those burns on Charlie's body, those were inflicted by the wild dragons in Romania."

Harry asked worriedly, "Sherlock, what if Hagrid changes his mind again?"

"will not."

Sherlock said calmly, "Wizards always like to compromise. If you ask Hagrid to send the dragon eggs away directly, he will definitely not allow it.

But if you insist on giving the dragon egg to me to make the potion, he will come to mediate and be willing to give the dragon egg away."

The three friends looked at Sherlock in surprise, and after thinking about it carefully, they found that it was indeed the case.

"Okay, I'm convinced by you. So what about the Quidditch match with Hufflepuff? Hermione and I both suggested that Harry not participate..."

"Why not?"

Sherlock asked back.

"I heard that Snape, contrary to his usual behavior, wants to referee this match. That greedy gargoyle monster—you know, he's never done such a thing before. He's obviously doing it for Harry!"

Sherlock nodded, "You're right, he did it for Harry."

Ron, who had received Sherlock's approval, immediately raised his head and chest, looked at Harry and said confidently:

"Well? Now even Sherlock thinks I'm right!
If you ask me, you should just break your leg on purpose and not compete, right?

Harry: _〆(Д｀)
Buddy, please be a human being!

Sherlock ignored Ron. He turned to Harry and said, "Since this is a good thing, you only need to think about how to win the game."

"what?"

Ron was shocked on the spot. What, what is this?
(End of this chapter)