Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 86 You don’t want Mrs. Norris…

In the evening astronomy class, the course content is still to observe the starry sky with a telescope.

Recently, the main task of the little wizards is to observe the astronomical map of Jupiter.

In order to become familiar with the movement of the largest planet in the solar system and its satellites.

Of all the courses at Hogwarts, if Sherlock least wanted to take Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts, then Astronomy would be second.

Not as good as the History of Magic by Ghost Professor Binns.

Although Professor Aurora Sinistra repeatedly emphasized the importance of this course, such as:

Cultivate scientific thinking and literacy, improve observation and concentration, stimulate curiosity and desire to explore, assist divination and other magical subjects, etc.

But in Sherlock's opinion, except for the last point, the previous aspects are meaningless to him.

Even that last point doesn't mean much.

Divination is an elective course that will not be officially taught until the third year.

Although he has not yet formally taken this course, based on the knowledge Sherlock currently possesses, relying on it to predict the future is not as accurate as his own deductive method.

So Sherlock was prepared to get just a passing grade in the exam for this course.

During class, he is often distracted and doesn't seem to be paying attention.

Just as the get out of class was about to end, Sherlock suddenly whispered a few words to Harry beside him.

Harry's eyes suddenly narrowed, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

Because everyone was talking to each other here, no one noticed this scene.

Everyone finished class as usual and returned to their dormitories.

It was almost eleven when Sherlock got ready and headed for the hallway.

Then he saw Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus standing there in a row.

Sherlock only took a glance to figure out what had happened.

Harry gave Sherlock a helpless look.

Hermione took a step forward and said worriedly:
"Sherlock, we'll take you there."

Sherlock shook his head, "No, I can do it alone."

"Don't! I heard Filch is a pervert!"

Seamus added fuel to the fire, "When a student was put in solitary confinement, he would actually shackle him and hang him from the rafters and spank him!"

"Oh, Seamus, although Filch is indeed annoying, I think if he really wants to do this to Sherlock, then Filch should be the one who is worried about his own ass!"

Hermione sneered, "Ronald, your friend is about to be put in detention, and you still have the mind to make a joke!"

Ron muttered, "I'm telling the truth..."

"But... Sherlock is a good man, he wouldn't do that..." Neville muttered softly.

Just then, Filch, who they were discussing, came over.

"Haha, there are quite a lot of people here. So, you're scared now? It's too late!"

He lit a lamp and said, "I think you should think twice before breaking the school rules again, right?"

(￣ヘ￣)

Everyone looked at him without saying anything.

Filch squinted at everyone and said something that made people angry:

"Oh, yes... If you ask me, I would say that hard work and suffering are the best teachers...

It's a shame they didn't do away with the old-fashioned punishment... hanging you from the ceiling by your wrists for days at a time.

I still have those chains in my office and I oil them regularly, they might come in handy someday..."

At this point, everyone couldn't help but think of what Ron had just said, and they all looked at his butt.

Even Hermione couldn't help but take a glance.

Filch: (╬￣俣)————≡≡≡

Filch always felt weird being stared at by everyone with such strange looks, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Okay, let's go! Don't even think about running away, or you'll end up in trouble.

And you guys, why don't you hurry back to the dorm? Do you want to be put in solitary confinement with him?!"

Everyone looked at each other.

Sherlock frowned, "Go back!"

This time, everyone finally left obediently.

As soon as he returned to the castle, the little black Dean started cursing.

"That bad guy Filch is really infuriating. He's always looking for trouble and never shows mercy. This resentment in my heart will never subside!"

I don't know why, but every time Dean speaks fast, it feels like he's rapping.

Ron spoke again, "Hey, Dean, don't worry too much, Sherlock will be fine!"

"Yeah, after all, it wasn't you who went to the Forbidden Forest."

Hermione retorted again.

Ron felt that she didn't trust Sherlock enough.

While the two were arguing, Harry said he was not feeling well and ran away holding his stomach.

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

"Maybe he caught a cold?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's really cold."

Only Hermione frowned slightly, she vaguely felt that something was wrong.

But soon, she was annoyed by Ron's childish remarks. Do I not trust Sherlock?
"Ronald, shut up! I know Sherlock's situation better than you do! But you don't know what's in the Forbidden Forest..."

Harry left the main group, quickly found a secluded corner, and skillfully put on his invisibility cloak.

After Sherlock's training during this period, his reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance capabilities have been visibly improved. With the help of the invisibility cloak, he is like a fish in water.

It didn't take long for Harry to catch up with Sherlock and Filch, bypassing Hermione who had already suppressed the others with her aura.

But... the way Sherlock and Filch got along was a little beyond his expectations.

Sherlock was talking, and Filch seemed to be listening intently. Harry thought for a moment, but fearing Filch would discover him, he didn't dare get too close, so he circled around the two of them and rushed to their front.

Sherlock was holding a... cat in his arms?

Harry recognized that the cat was Filch's pet, Mrs. Norris, who made many people want to kick her.

However, he was somewhat confused about what was going on.

He tried his best to imitate Sherlock's usual method of deducing what had happened based on the situation before him.

But he finally came to a conclusion that surprised him a little - Sherlock was scolding Filch, and the latter was listening attentively.

This is too ridiculous!
Filch himself found it ridiculous.

How could I be scolded by a student who violated school rules and was about to be put in solitary confinement?

But that's the fact.

Just now, when he and Mrs. Norris were leading Sherlock through the dark field, Sherlock suddenly pointed at Mrs. Norris on the ground and said out of the blue:
"Mr. Filch, do you like to torture cats?"

"What did you say?"

Filch stopped abruptly and looked at Sherlock with an angry look.

"how dare you?!"

Who doesn’t know that he loves Mrs. Norris the most?

abuse?

What is he saying?
How dare he say such things!
It’s a pity that in the magical world, even looks can’t kill.

What's more, Filch doesn't know magic.

Facing Filch's angry gaze, Sherlock remained unmoved. He said calmly:

"Excuse me, but you don't really think...Mrs. Norris's current state has nothing to do with you, do you?"

At this moment, the moonlight is bright.

But the ever-increasing clouds would occasionally obscure the moon, plunging them into darkness.

Filch's heart skipped a beat. "You're talking nonsense. I didn't... I didn't...

I didn't abuse it, how could I possibly abuse it, it's just picky about food and eats very little..."

Although he said this, Filch's voice was trembling, and he seemed not so confident.

"It's a stomach problem."

Sherlock's voice was calm, yet undeniably firm.

“For cats, bloating can be caused by eating too quickly, food intolerance or spoilage, changes in environment, and stress.

If this continues for a long time, Mrs. Norris will suffer from vomiting, weight loss, and even intestinal obstruction due to loss of appetite..."

"do not talk!"

Filch suddenly raised his head and looked at Sherlock as if he had mustered up a lot of courage. "Don't say anything. What should I do?"

"It's very simple."

Under Filch's surprised gaze, Sherlock grabbed Mrs. Norris's neck with lightning speed and lifted her up.

"What are you doing? Let go of my cat!"

Filch's face changed and he was about to pounce on Sherlock.

"Filch, you wouldn't want Mrs. Norris to become skin and bones from bloating, would you?"

As Sherlock spoke, he reached out and touched Mrs. Norris.

He was skin and bones, and his abdomen was bloated. It turned out to be a stomach problem.

In fact, he had already had this idea a few months ago when he noticed that Filch, the pet cat, was skinny and had dark gray fur.

But later on, I had too many things to do and had no time to take care of it.

Being put in solitary confinement this time can be considered an opportunity.

Filch stopped abruptly when he heard Sherlock's words.

He watched Sherlock take a small piece of green plant from his arms and hand it to Mrs. Norris's mouth.

The latter was originally very vigilant, and even when Sherlock grabbed Fate by the scruff of the neck, he still tried to struggle.

But at this time it was attracted by the smell of green plants.

The next moment, it seemed to have made a decision, and immediately opened its mouth, bit the green plant, and chewed it hard.

The speed was so fast that Filch had no time to react.

"What did you feed Mrs. Norris?"

"Nepeta."

"Nepeta...what is that?"

"A perennial plant of the genus Nepeta in the Lamiaceae family," Sherlock said without looking up. "Muggles usually call it catnip."

"Catnip!"

Filch's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Compared to Schizonepeta tenuifolia, this name undoubtedly stimulated him more.

"Can... catnip cure Mrs. Norris's illness?"

"Schizonepeta has no direct therapeutic effect on relieving gastric bloating in cats..."

These words immediately dimmed Filch's eyes, but Sherlock's next words gave him hope again.

"But it can be indirectly helpful to a certain extent - catnip can stimulate cats to produce pleasant behavioral responses and relax their emotions, so it is called catnip.

In addition, cats usually behave more actively after being exposed to nepeta tenuifolia, such as rolling, jumping, and chasing imaginary prey.

These activities can encourage the cat's body to move, thereby indirectly promoting gastrointestinal motility to a certain extent.

However, to completely cure bloating, other methods are needed.”

"any solution?"

Filch tensed again.

(End of this chapter)