Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Hogwarts, Ravenclaw Head of House office.

Professor Flitwick couldn't help but praise when Sherlock accurately stated the specific location of his office:

"Holmes, you are truly outstanding—I'm increasingly feeling that you should have come to Ravenclaw."

Sherlock lowered his head and glanced at him, saying nothing.

"Speaking of which—if the Sorting Hat hadn't insisted back then, I might still be in Gryffindor now."

Professor Flitwick seemed lost in memories of the past, and after a period of silence, he said with emotion:

"Of course, there's nothing wrong with Gryffindor, but Ravenclaw allows me to have a broader scope!"

Sherlock: _

"What's with that expression?"

Professor Flitwick glared at him.

"Professor McGonagall almost came to Ravenclaw as well—even today, I often discuss this with her.

If we had been more insistent or hesitant back then, perhaps she would be the one speaking to you in this office today, instead of me.

Alright, enough about that, quickly tell me what else you found besides that ornament!"

Sherlock wasn't surprised that Professor Flitwick could see through this.

Although most wizards aren't good at deduction, Professor Flitwick was clearly an exception.

"Professor, take a look at this first."

As Sherlock spoke, he took out a fragment of parchment and placed it on the table, which was also one of his finds in that cell.

Flitwick took out his wand and tapped the fragment of parchment.

The color of the parchment's edge immediately deepened, then gradually separated into two layers.

Flitwick's expression immediately became serious.

"There are two kinds of ink on the edge of the parchment; the surface layer is ordinary ink, and the interlayer contains venom."

"In other words, even if Musgrave had signed that agreement, he would have died."

"Yes, it's a slow-acting poison made from a mixture of Flobberworm mucus and Lobalug venom. The poisoned person would probably die within three to five days, and it would be difficult to detect."

"Truly ruthless."

"So, you really don't plan to continue investigating—just like you told Hagrid and that Greek?"

Professor Flitwick stared intently at Sherlock, "I know the Ministry of Magic better than you do.

I've already heard about Miss Abbott's matter from Pomona; if she hadn't intervened, they would have preferred to let it slide.

They haven't made any progress over the years, hmph, Fudge that fellow—"

Hearing Professor Flitwick say this, Sherlock also felt somewhat helpless.

He once naively thought that departments like the Ministry of Magic should be better than Scotland Yard.

Later, he realized that the magical world also had its own Scotland Yard.

"The translator's two friends are not a problem."

If the translator hadn't been kidnapped, we would have had more time, and that fellow pretending to be Smith wouldn't have been able to escape."

Having said this, Flitwick understood Sherlock's meaning.

He sighed and reached out to pat Sherlock's shoulder.

Seeing that Sherlock didn't have the awareness to squat down, he could only pat Sherlock's knee.

"Holmes, not everything will develop as you imagine.

After all, you can't guarantee that you'll be in a Felix Felicis-induced state at every moment.

The world is like this; even if we've considered all aspects, sometimes we just lack a little bit of luck.

I think you've also realized that, according to common sense, the culprit could have used the Unforgivable Curses to control that Athenian to obey his orders, thereby achieving his goal—but he didn't do that.

I can think of many reasons, perhaps the caster's magic was insufficient, perhaps that Athenian's willpower was strong, or perhaps that ancient family has some special means. In any case, from the current situation, as long as that poor Athenian doesn't yield for a day, he can save his life for a day, and the possibility of being rescued will be greater."

Professor Flitwick's words sounded very reasonable, but Sherlock was also very clear that this was just correct nonsense.

Given Smith's demonstrated alertness and cunning, the possibility of catching him was slim.

Moreover, the Ministry of Magic was in charge of this task.

Fortunately, Sherlock only took one day to deduce the location of the imprisonment, thereby rescuing the Greek translator in time.

This could be considered a blessing in disguise.

Sherlock then told Professor Flitwick the course of this matter, which satisfied his curiosity.

Next, it would depend on how much energy the two countries' Ministries of Magic could unleash together.

This process could take ten days and a half months, or three to five years, or even longer.

In short, if there were no accidents, even though the Greek translator case still had some mysteries, it could be considered to have come to an end.

The next morning, the final match of this season's Quidditch officially began.

Gryffindor VS Ravenclaw.

No one favored Gryffindor.

Putting aside other factors, they had one less player than their opponents, so there was no way they could beat them.

But even so, Gryffindor was still unwilling to admit defeat.

Encouraged by Captain Oliver Wood, the entire team entered the field in a solemn atmosphere, ready to face a crushing defeat.

Lose the game, but don't lose face!

At breakfast, the entire Gryffindor area was filled with a tragic atmosphere.

Fortunately, not long ago, the Lion King and the Savior had stopped Quirrell and protected the Philosopher's Stone.

Otherwise, the little lions probably wouldn't have been in the mood to eat.

"After breakfast, let's go to the Quidditch pitch and cheer for them together."

Ron said to Sherlock and Hermione, his words muffled as he stuffed a meat pie into his mouth.

They both nodded at the same time.

Just then, the owls flew into the hall as usual.

When Sherlock saw Watson flapping his wings and flying towards him, his eyes lit up.

Hermione fed Watson a piece of toast, and Sherlock took the note from Watson's leg and opened it.

Seeing that Sherlock didn't stop them, Hermione and Ron leaned in from the left and right.

【Person found, come quickly一一F.F.】

The letter was indeed simple and clear, but it was a bit confusing.

Ron: "What person? Found what?"

Hermione: "Where are you going? And who is F.F.?"

"F.F. is obviously Professor Flitwick," Sherlock folded the note and put it in his pocket, then stood up. "Filius Flitwick."

He only answered this one question.

Because that was enough for Hermione to connect the dots.

Hermione stood up as well. "There's progress on the case again? Are you going now?"

"That's right," Sherlock paused, hesitating for a moment. "Cheer for Gryffindor for me."

After saying that, he hurried towards Flitwick's office without hesitation.

Eighth floor of the West Tower, the 13th room counting from the right.

Hermione jogged after him for two steps, but stopped quickly because she realized it was useless for her to follow.

Looking back at Ron, she found him still standing there, looking dazed.

She couldn't help but sigh, "Let's go cheer for Gryffindor."

When Sherlock found Professor Flitwick, the latter was already prepared.

As soon as Professor Flitwick saw Sherlock, he said to him directly.

"The Ministry of Magic has found the Athenian."

Sherlock couldn't help but frown, "So fast?"

Professor Flitwick's face was heavy. "It's a corpse."

Sherlock was stunned.

He guessed that Professor Flitwick was looking for him because there was progress in the case, but he didn't expect it to be this result. However, he quickly regained his composure and began to think about the possible impact of this matter.

"Where?"

Seeing Sherlock recover from the shock so quickly, a hint of approval flashed in Professor Flitwick's eyes:

"I'll take you there now using Apparition."

Apparition is a magical way to travel, consisting of two parts: Disapparition and Apparition.

Separately, Disapparition is leaving a place, and Apparition is appearing in a place.

These two processes, plus the spinning in place before Disapparition, constitute the entire Apparition process - disappearing from one place and reappearing in another.

In short, Apparition is a form of remote teleportation.

In the magical world, it is the fastest way to reach a destination, even faster than Floo Powder or Portkeys.

As for other means of transportation such as flying brooms, they are not worth mentioning.

Because of this, Apparition requires a high degree of proficiency from the caster and is only taught to wizards and witches over the age of 17.

At the same time, as the distance of Apparition increases, its difficulty also increases.

Intercontinental Apparition, for example, can only be used by highly skilled wizards.

Otherwise, it may lead to splitting, serious injury, or even a catastrophic result like being torn apart by five horses.

Because Apparition is not allowed on the grounds of Hogwarts, Flitwick first took Sherlock to Hogsmeade.

"Holmes, be careful to control yourself."

With Flitwick's magical attainments, taking someone with him to Apparate was not a problem at all.

But before performing Apparition, he still solemnly told him the precautions.

"The first time will be very uncomfortable, just bear with it."

Sherlock nodded.

The next moment, Professor Flitwick had Sherlock grab his arm and cast the spell.

Sherlock's surroundings instantly turned pitch black.

He felt intense pressure from all directions, his chest as if it were tightly bound by several iron hoops, almost suffocating him.

His eyeballs were squeezed back into his head, his eardrums were pressed deep into his skull, and his limbs seemed to be stuffed into his torso.

Sherlock knew this was an illusion.

On the one hand, he firmly grasped Flitwick's arm, trying to maintain his balance as much as possible.

On the other hand, he seized this hard-won opportunity to carefully experience this feeling.

After feeling that his whole body was being squeezed, he felt that his whole person was spinning, as if transformed into a semi-solid and semi-liquid form, squeezed into a thick rubber tube like toothpaste.

Relatively speaking, this felt worse than using Floo Powder.

However, because he had been mentally prepared for it, the physical discomfort did not make Sherlock too nervous. Fortunately, it wasn't long before the invisible tube suddenly cracked, and Sherlock felt the pressure around him suddenly disappear.

"We're here."

As Flitwick's voice sounded from beside him, Sherlock's eyes regained their brightness.

The first thing that caught his eye was a patch of green.