Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 91 Go and kill Voldemort and his servants
Firenze was in awe of destiny.

This is the same as other centaurs.

However, while other centaurs generally dislike wizards, he is not so averse to humans, and is not reluctant to lend a helping hand when humans are in danger.

This makes him an outlier among the centaurs.

Ronan and Bane's attitude tonight is the best explanation.

Friends who often do divination know that Mars is always associated with elements such as war, conflict, and violence.

Ronan the Centaur keeps repeating to Sherlock and Hagrid that Mars is bright, essentially implying that the wizarding world is facing potential crisis and turmoil.

After a decade of peace, war may be coming.

Dark forces are rising, and there is a high potential for conflict and disaster.

All of this is closely related to Voldemort's resurrection and his attempt on the Philosopher's Stone.

Unfortunately, the horse people never speak properly.

So I can only express my point of view by repeating this sentence over and over again.

However, there is a world of difference between the sentence "Mars is very bright tonight" and Sherlock's words "Suddenly a madman was sharpening his knife at night, and the imperial star was swaying and Mars was high in the sky."

The two sentences actually express the same meaning, but the latter is more profound than the former.

Firenze made up his mind.

When it returns to the centaur tribe, it will also use this sentence to replace "Mars is very bright tonight."

This just fits the characteristics of people born in the Year of the Horse, making people feel awe-inspiring.

Firenze did not expect that Sherlock's seemingly unintentional action would greatly change his status in the centaur community.

Meanwhile, Sherlock is explaining to a curious Hagrid and Harry, who is wearing his Invisibility Cloak:

“This Christmas, a classmate gave me a strange book.

It is full of strange and bizarre content, including mysterious oriental symbols and stories.

Among them are these two lines of poetry, with simple annotations.

This sentence comes from an ancient Chinese general.

This ancient and mysterious Eastern nation has spent five thousand years studying human nature. No one in the world understands this better than them."

Hagrid seemed to understand, but couldn't help asking, "Why are you telling it this?"

"I just hope that your centaur friend who showed us kindness will have an easier time when he returns.

Now, Hagrid, please get that unicorn settled quickly, or our headmaster will have to go to bed."

Hagrid hurriedly dealt with the injured unicorn and rushed to the principal's office with Sherlock.

Dumbledore looked a little helpless when he saw the two of them.

"Can't you please understand that this is an old man like me and that it's too important to wait until tomorrow?"

At this time, Dumbledore was wearing a set of pajamas with stars painted on them, and it was obvious that he was about to go to sleep.

"Sir, you know me well."

Hagrid couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he heard what Dumbledore said.

"If there's nothing important, I..."

"My dear Rubeus, I certainly understand you. Does it seem like there's some progress to be made in the Forbidden Forest?"

Dumbledore asked understandingly.

Hagrid nodded heavily. "Yes! Although we rescued the unicorn, the poacher got away and Sherlock even had a face-to-face encounter with him.

And Sherlock said he was, was, was…"

Seeing Hagrid's lips trembling and unable to say the name, Dumbledore was not surprised, but turned his gaze to Sherlock.

"It's Voldemort."

Hagrid shuddered and gasped.

He didn't notice that the space around him was shaking slightly unnaturally at that moment.

Dumbledore's glasses flashed, and he turned his gaze to Hagrid again, saying in a gentle voice:
"Hagrid, could you please leave for a moment?"

Hagrid: '(°ー°〃)
When Hagrid, in a depressed mood, left the headmaster's office, Dumbledore glanced at Sherlock and said with a smile, "I thought you would persuade me to let Hagrid stay."

"No need. What we are going to say next is indeed not suitable for him to know."

Sherlock said calmly, "It's like he was born with Veritaserum."

"This metaphor is truly... vivid and apt."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then smiled again and said, "Okay, but I think your other friend can show up now, right?"

Harry remained motionless in his Invisibility Cloak.

After spending a long time with Sherlock, Harry is no longer as ignorant as when he first entered school.

Who knows if Dumbledore is lying to him?

"Show yourself. You've been spotted the moment you entered the office."

As soon as Sherlock said this, Harry took off his Invisibility Cloak without hesitation.

He looked at Dumbledore somewhat embarrassedly: "Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to notice me."

"It's strange that you've become more confident after becoming invisible."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed that Dumbledore was still smiling.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was not angry.

"So Sherlock, how did you know I found Harry?"

"It is very simple. An observant person, if he observes the things he comes into contact with accurately and systematically, can infer a person's innermost thoughts from the momentary expression, the every twitch of a muscle, and the every movement of an eye.

When Hagrid and I just walked in, your eyes not only focused on the two of us, but also stayed on the position next to me for three seconds - that was where Harry was.

Also, when Hagrid mentioned Voldemort just now, your gaze shifted to his position again.

Two confirmations are enough to explain the problem.”

Dumbledore looked thoughtful.

After a moment, he waved his wand and conjured up two glasses of lemonade and handed them to Sherlock and Harry.

"Let's have a drink first!"

Sherlock didn't do anything.

Harry said thank you and grabbed it and drank it all.

Although he did not directly participate in the battle tonight, following Sherlock in and out of the Forbidden Forest had consumed a lot of physical energy, and he really needed to replenish water.

Then he regretted it. Too damn sweet!

God knows how much sugar Dumbledore added to this glass of water.

I can no longer taste the sourness of the lemon.

Only then did he notice that Sherlock did not take action, and he couldn't help but secretly admire his friend's foresight.

Dumbledore seemed not to notice this. He asked in a calm voice:
"So, there were not one but two people who actually participated in the battle today, correct?"

Harry couldn't help but feel a little ashamed when he heard this: "Sir, this time it was all thanks to Sherlock... I just had time to release the fireworks into the sky."

"No, Harry, if you hadn't done this, Voldemort wouldn't have left so quickly."

"But……"

"Don't worry about the details."

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and said, "You have done very well tonight, and I believe your friends think so too."

"Well said."

Sherlock echoed Dumbledore's statement, "In fact, I made an oversight in my actions tonight."

"Omission? What omission?"

Dumbledore immediately became interested when he heard Sherlock's words.

He was extremely curious about this genius who he believed had surpassed that person.

Sherlock didn't answer, but drew his wand and waved it.

Purple fireworks then exploded from the tip of the wand.

"It's a very good warning spell. I used it on Halloween. I didn't expect you to put it into practice so quickly."

Dumbledore nodded approvingly and changed the subject, "But this doesn't seem to be related to the topic we were discussing just now."

"Harry's sparks after his encounter with Voldemort were red."

Sherlock said calmly.

Dumbledore understood immediately.

Harry was stunned for a moment before he reacted, "I, I didn't think of that at all!"

"Ruber didn't expect that either, did he?"

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Believe me, Harry, he will soon forget about it."

"But not everyone is Hagrid," Sherlock said sullenly, "I should have told Harry that before the battle."

"Okay, Sherlock, you've done well enough today.

If it was me when I first entered Hogwarts, I would be worse than you!"

"Yes, after all, you don't have a powerful headmaster behind you to support you in fighting the Dark Lord."

Dumbledore: "..."

Once again experiencing Sherlock's sharp tongue, Dumbledore decisively decided to avoid the topic for the time being.

"In fact, Voldemort's thirst for unicorn blood is far beyond your imagination.

The fact that you were able to stop him today is already the greatest victory."

Sherlock frowned, disagreeing with Dumbledore: "Unicorn blood can only prolong his life by carrying a curse. The Philosopher's Stone is his ultimate goal."

"That's because you don't know that unicorn blood, besides prolonging life, has another function that few people know about."

Sherlock looked at Dumbledore in surprise.

Dumbledore said calmly, "It is the creation of a temporary body cursed by Dark Arts."

As if a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, Sherlock connected all the clues in an instant.

If this is the case, then the gains from today's encounter with Voldemort are greater than imagined.

No wonder Quirrell, or Voldemort, did not drink the blood after killing the unicorn.

Because what he needed was the unicorn watching its life slip away bit by bit but being unable to do anything, so that the unicorn could maintain the greatest resentment before dying.

Speaking of which, with Sherlock's extensive reading, he has seen many similar settings.

For example, in the literary works of a mysterious ancient Eastern civilization, evil cultivators like to use this method to refine magic weapons.

As a dark wizard, Voldemort is not even as good as those evil practitioners in some ways.

After all, according to the descriptions in those literary works, the number of people Voldemort killed in his life was only equal to the number of lives those demons slaughtered in a day.

But it’s not a problem, it’s just that the national conditions are different.

By this time, Harry had told Dumbledore exactly what had happened tonight.

Sherlock did not add anything during this process.

Because he discovered that Harry did have a talent for description and summarization.

"Voldemort is very weak now. Judging from his eager actions and the course of the battle tonight, his control over Quirrell is not as perfect as I imagined, so..."

After listening to Harry's words, Dumbledore thought for a moment, then said in a soft voice: "I hope you can defeat him again."

"I?"

Harry looked incredulous.

He pointed to his nose and couldn't help but ask:

"Sir, I'm just a first-year student. I haven't even learned a few offensive spells. You want me to deal with Voldemort and Quirrell?"

Near Zhu Zhechi, near the ink is black.

If there were no Sherlock in this world, when Dumbledore entrusted this matter to him, he might have thought that God had bestowed upon him such a great responsibility.

With a special mission and the hatred for his parents, he would be so eager to confront Voldemort even without Dumbledore's words.

But after hanging out with Sherlock for so long, Harry has grown some brains.

Now Dumbledore still wants to use the old tricks to deal with him, but naturally it has no effect.

Dumbledore was a little surprised to hear Harry's question.

Harry shouldn't be this kind of person!

But he soon realized where the problem lay.

His eyes turned to Sherlock.

Sherlock: ┑(￣Д￣)┍

(End of this chapter)