Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 84 Don’t fight anymore

Harry thanked Snape.

Snape's face suddenly turned grim.

"Ugh, that's disgusting, I actually heard that word from a Gryffindor."

Snape looked at Harry and said in a tone that sounded extremely uncomfortable:

"Po-te, did a troll knock your brain out, or did someone put a bezoar in it?

I don’t think what I did just now deserves your thanks.”

Harry: (ー`ー)
No wonder Snape made himself so unpopular.

He just has the quality of making people angry as soon as he opens his mouth.

Harry took a deep breath and repeated to himself several times, "He is protecting me," before he suppressed the strong desire to retort.

Snape was a little surprised to see that Harry didn't refute.

But he immediately glanced towards the stands and said with a gloating look:
"Unfortunately, it looks like your little detective friend and your little troll friend are going to be in trouble."

Harry hurriedly followed Snape's gaze.

The battle on the Quidditch field is over, but the battle in the stands has just begun.

The rain keeps falling.

The atmosphere was not harmonious.

Malfoy huddled in the corner of the muddy stands, his mouth still swollen from a punch from Sherlock.

Goyle and Crabbe slumped against the railing like a pile of humans, having lost the strength to fight again.

Sherlock's movements were so fast that the three of them were knocked down before they could even draw their wands.

"Gryffindor Savage!"

Seeing Malfoy's miserable state, the shrill voice of Pansy Parkinson, a first-year Slytherin student, pierced the air.

The next moment, as she waved her wand, a red light shot out from the tip of her wand.

"careful!"

Seeing this, Hermione quickly spoke up to remind them.

Sherlock seemed not to notice.

He slowly drew out his wand and said to Parkinson:

"You were the first to strike—petrify everyone!"

Parkinson's offensive shot was poorly aimed and only hit the seat nearby.

Just when she was about to score a second goal, Sherlock had already thrown a full-body binding spell at her.

The latter's arms and legs were stuck together in an instant, and his whole body fell to the ground as stiff as a board.

"Save Malfoy!"

"Down with Holmes!"

"Revenge for Parkinson!"

As Sherlock knocked down four Slytherin students one after another, the other little snakes could no longer bear it.

Someone raised his arm and called out, but everyone rushed forward.

"Do we think we are dead?"

Ron couldn't bear it any longer. Seeing that Sherlock was about to be beaten, he immediately drew his wand:

"Brothers, stand shoulder to shoulder!"

Seamus and Dean followed immediately, and Neville hesitated for a moment before rushing forward.

The young wizards from the two academies took out their wands and started casting spells at each other.

However, they soon discovered that this was not very efficient because first-year students had not learned many offensive spells.

On the contrary, fists and feet are more effective.

So most people simply gave up their wands and switched to close combat.

Only the little wizards who couldn't squeeze into the front row were still casting spells sporadically.

In a dense crowd, the hit rate is much higher.

The unlucky Neville didn't know who had cast the leg-locking curse on him and suffered a loss.

Hermione quickly took action and lifted the spell in time.

She was about to go forward to help, but Seamus cast a spell that exploded among the crowd.

While causing harm to the Slytherin students, he also hit his teammates.

Hermione had to cast a recovery spell to help her side heal.

"Seamus, put your wand away, put it away!"

Ron yelled amid the chaos, "Just go up there and hit them with your fists!"

As the leader of the Lions' Court, Sherlock naturally bore the brunt and attracted the greatest hatred.

Almost all the little snakes wanted to rush over and attack him.

Unfortunately, as the MT, he also had the highest output in the game.

When a group of hideous little snakes swarmed towards him, Sherlock did not let his emotions be affected at all and remained rational and calm.

First, distract your opponent.

Facing the first little snake that rushed in front of him, Sherlock casually threw out Neville's pet, the toad Lefort.

This was something he had just found for Neville not long ago, and he hadn't had time to return it to him yet. It came in handy now.

With the levitation spell cast on him, Leif flew around in the air, croaking.

Taking advantage of the moment when the toad blocked the target's view, Sherlock threw a right hook and hit the right cheek of the little wizard who was rushing in front.

KO
One hit and he fell to the ground.

"mean!"

Hermione's warning came from behind.

But Sherlock was quicker, and before Hermione could speak he had already extended his left elbow, just in time to block the sneak attack from another young Slytherin wizard.

Sherlock didn't think there was anything wrong with this. In a fight, there was only winning and losing, not being despicable or not.

Besides, in Sherlock's opinion, this punch was full of flaws, and the only thing worth praising was the strength.

After blocking the punch, Sherlock swung his right fist and knocked the opponent to the ground.

the second.

He took a step to the left and threw a backhand elbow to the right chin of a restless Slytherin.

"boom!"

The third.

Attack the right ribs.

the fourth.

Cut him in the middle! The fifth one.

Push your knees against your diaphragm.

sixth.

Sherlock's punches hit the flesh, fast and hard. No one could stand on the ground after being hit by Sherlock's punches.

Regardless of men and women.

Led by such a powerful teammate, the little lions roared with excitement.

Almost instantly, the situation became a one-sided crushing defeat.

At this time, some of the senior Slytherin students could no longer bear it and began to make moves.

Percy Weasley's cold voice rang out:

"Keep your people, Gemma Farley - or you'll be in trouble, I promise!"

Although the fight is now between students from two colleges, so far, all the attackers are freshmen.

Since they haven't learned many offensive spells, although it looks lively, it won't cause much damage.

But once the senior students take action, the situation becomes different.

"Percy Weasley, Slytherin hasn't fallen that far."

Gemma Farley, Slytherin's prefect, glanced at Percy coldly, then swept her eyes over the young wizard on her side.

His eyes were full of disappointment.

It's fine that you can't beat people in the same grade, but you actually want to bully the weak?

No shame!
The rain is getting heavier.

Seeing that a battle was about to end, Hermione was about to draw out her wand to teach a lesson to the people who attacked Sherlock in the back row.

However, when he saw Professor McGonagall rushing over, he immediately put his wand back.

Not only that, she also shouted anxiously:

"stop!"

"Don't fight again!"

"Stop fighting!"

It rained heavily.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin students all looked at her in surprise.

Is this person sick?

Or was it that the rain was too heavy and water got into my brain?

"enough!"

At this moment, Professor McGonagall's roar was accompanied by the sound of the stands' wooden boards freezing, and all the offensive spells disappeared at this moment.

Sherlock's fists also stopped.

Less than a foot away from the face of a little witch.

Millicent Bulstrode drew back in horror.

This Sherlock Holmes actually beats a woman!
No, he had already beaten the woman just now!

Professor McGonagall arrived in time with a serious expression and a sense of authority without even getting angry.

Her eyes swept across the messy stands, the bruised Slytherin students, the cheering Gryffindor students, and Hermione Granger who was trying to stop the fight...

Finally, it stayed on Sherlock who was calm and composed:

"Can someone tell me what's going on?"

The two prefects, Percy Weasley and Gemma Farley, stepped forward at the same time and recounted what had happened from their perspectives.

"Assaulting a classmate is a serious offense, Gryffindor will deduct 50 points!
Insulting classmates and deliberately provoking others will result in a ten-point deduction from Slytherin!
Percy Weasley and Gemma Farley, as prefects, allowed the situation to escalate without stopping it. Ten points will be deducted from both sides!

You...you are the worst class I have ever taught!"

Professor McGonagall's voice was like tempered steel, making everyone present feel a surge of heat that even the heavy rain could not extinguish.

"But Professor, it was Malfoy and the others who provoked first..."

"Shut up, Miss Granger, it was Holmes who started it!"

Hermione: (-'`-)
"Mr. Holmes, as punishment for your bad behavior, I declare you to be detained—tomorrow night at eleven, find Mr. Filch in the hall!"

Shylock did not defend himself.

It was indeed he who started the fight first, and there was nothing wrong with Professor McGonagall's judgment.

Besides, this was part of his plan.

Not only Sherlock, almost all the little lions in the stands were immersed in excitement.

Even facing the double punishment of point deduction and confinement, they did not feel discouraged.

Only Hermione is still trying:

"Professor—please—you can't—"

"Miss Granger, it's not your turn to tell me what I can and can't do!
Alright, prefects, take the students from your respective houses back to your dormitories immediately!"

Hermione looked a little crestfallen and a little worried.

Harry helped Gryffindor defeat Hufflepuff, but Sherlock single-handedly caused Gryffindor to lose a full sixty points!
That’s sixty points!

It can be said that after this deduction, Gryffindor has almost no hope of winning the House Cup again.

After the troll incident, Hermione no longer cared much about grades.

She was worried about Sherlock.

With so many points deducted, you will most likely be ostracized by your classmates.

Although Sherlock himself wouldn't care, she was all too familiar with this feeling and it wasn't pleasant at all.

Originally, she thought she could recover some points by relying on her own performance.

Now it seems that she was still too naive.

What Hermione never expected was that when they returned, there was a grand party in the Gryffindor common room.

Instead of being ostracized by his classmates, Sherlock was regarded as a triumphant hero.

Also popular was Harry, who had just broken the record and secured victory in the Quidditch match.

And Ron, who used trash talk to deal a psychological blow to the Slytherin students represented by Malfoy.

The Weasley twins got a lot of delicious food from somewhere.

Their good friend Lee Jordan gave Sherlock a thumbs-up:

"Holmes, Potter, and Weasley, they are indeed from Gryffindor. They didn't lose any points for us!"

"Well done!"

"Yes, that's great!"

　The last update of the holiday is completed. I didn’t take any leave during the entire Spring Festival. Isn’t that satisfactory?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)