Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Madam Pomfrey was a very special person.

She possessed absolute authority in the school infirmary, and once she made up her mind, even Headmaster Dumbledore would be kicked out by her.

Because of this, Harry was forced to stay in the school hospital for three days.

During this time, many people wanted to see him, but they were all stopped by Madam Pomfrey.

Mainly because the first people to arrive were the Weasley twins.

They were too noisy and severely impacted the hospital environment.

Not only that, but the gift they gave Harry also made Madam Pomfrey very unhappy.

A toilet seat.

This was obviously meant as a joke for Harry, but Madam Pomfrey only thought they were being ridiculous.

She not only kicked the Weasley twins out but also confiscated the gift on the grounds that it was unhygienic.

Thanks to them, Madam Pomfrey didn't allow anyone else to visit Harry after that.

After all, in everyone's eyes, this matter mainly depended on the Lion King and the Savior.

As Percy, who belonged to Gryffindor with Harry, he held Harry's hand tightly from the moment he entered the door and was reluctant to let go for a long time.

The time was so long that if Harry were a female, this behavior would have been defined as harassment.

After finally letting go, he first severely criticized his twin brothers' prank.

Then, he highly praised Sherlock and Harry's heroic actions.

Finally, he inquired in detail about Ron's role in the whole thing.

When he learned that Ron had cooperated with Sherlock to win the chess game and had taken the initiative to sacrifice himself, he couldn't help but praise:

"Good job, worthy of being from the Weasley family, you didn't lose face!"

Hufflepuff also sent their male prefect, Gabriel Truman.

He brought Harry sincere blessings and a lot of delicious food.

Unfortunately, more than half of it was confiscated by Madam Pomfrey.

The reason was that some of the substances contained in them exceeded the standard and were not conducive to Harry's recovery, so they would be returned to him after he was discharged from the hospital.

Even so, this small part still made Harry deeply feel Hufflepuff's sincerity.

It was so delicious!

To Harry's surprise, Slytherin also sent someone.

Gemma Farley, when this female prefect, who had confronted Percy on the Quidditch field, appeared in front of him, Harry, who was wiping his glasses, trembled.

The glasses in his hand suddenly slipped and fell to the ground, and a corner of the lens was chipped off.

"You seem surprised, Mr. Potter?"

Gemma Farley was tall and slender with delicate features. She smiled slightly at Harry:

"I know, because of the one who must not be named, many people have prejudice against Slytherin.

But I hope that you, the savior of the wizarding world, will not look at it with colored glasses.

Just as the Sorting Hat said, Slytherin is as excellent as other houses."

As she spoke, she bent down to pick up Harry's glasses, tapped them with her wand, and returned them to him as good as new.

Gemma Farley's elegant demeanor and remarkable conversation made Harry a little surprised.

In addition, this female prefect was also very beautiful, which made Harry blush when he took the glasses.

"Th-thank you—"

"You're welcome. I hope my actions can change your view of Slytherin."

Harry was about to speak when a not-so-polite voice came from the door:

"Farley, what are you doing here?"

The two turned their heads and saw Ravenclaw's prefect, Penelope Clearwater, and Cho Chang walking over together.

"Clearwater," Gemma Farley stood up, "I was just telling Potter that the four houses of Hogwarts are equally excellent, you shouldn't object, right?"

Penelope glanced at her old rival, who was no less attractive than herself in every aspect, and snorted softly.

"The four houses are indeed equally excellent, but the students are not necessarily the same."

Hearing Penelope's words, Gemma Farley smiled faintly, did not refute, but turned to Harry:

"Wish you a speedy recovery, Mr. Potter."

After speaking, she nodded slightly to Penelope and Cho Chang beside her and left calmly.

Compared to Gabriel Truman and Gemma Farley, Penelope's attitude was very casual.

After all, Sherlock had helped Cho Chang find the seven-color eyeshadow during Easter.

Harry was closest to Sherlock, so he was naturally more familiar with them.

At this time, Penelope pulled Cho Chang to sit on the bedside without being invited. Her short boots gently kicked the copper corners of the bed. Noticing that Harry was staring intently at the direction Gemma Farley was leaving, she couldn't help but reveal a sly smile:

"She's gone, stop looking!"

Being said so by Penelope, Harry suddenly came back to his senses.

He immediately retracted his gaze, his face flushed, and he quickly explained, "I'm not, I didn't—"

"No need to explain, although I hate those guys with snake-shaped silver buckles, Farley is indeed like a Mooncalf who has sneaked into the snake pit.

It's a pity that in the Slytherin dungeon now, such moonlight is becoming increasingly scarce."

Penelope raised her head slightly, a hint of emotion on her face, and sighed softly.

After feeling emotional, she looked at Harry with a smile that was not a smile.

"But I originally thought she was only attractive to older boys. I didn't expect our savior to be fascinated by her in the first year—you have good taste!"

"Prefect Clearwater, I didn't—"

Harry's voice became weaker and weaker, and even he himself felt that it was a bit pale to explain at this time.

"It's understandable. Such older sisters have always been very attractive to little boys like you."

Penelope said, raising the corners of her mouth, revealing a confident smile.

“But I'm not bad either, big sister. Would you like to consider me?”

As she spoke, she stood up and gracefully twirled in front of Harry, her skirt swaying lightly with her movements.

Harry was even more embarrassed.

However, after a furtive glance, he had to admit that she had a point.

In terms of appearance alone, Penelope Clearwater and Gemma Farley each had their own merits. The only difference was in their temperament, and it was really hard to say who was better.

“Um, I—”

Harry was about to speak, but he was interrupted by Cho Chang's gentle voice.

“Prefect Penelope, I think Mr. Potter is just surprised by Prefect Farley's arrival.”

Cho Chang's voice was soft and soothing, like a babbling stream in the mountains, and her gaze towards Harry carried a faint smile: “After all, the relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin has always been tense.”

“Dear Cho, what are you worried about?”

Penelope sat down again, looking at Cho Chang with interest.

“I'm just teasing our cute little Savior—you know, I already have a boyfriend.”

Cho Chang's ears turned slightly red, and she didn't answer Penelope. Instead, she turned to Harry again:

“Mr. Potter, your and Mr. Holmes's deeds have already spread throughout the school. We deeply admire your courage.”

Her smile was warm and sincere, which slightly relaxed Harry's originally tense mood.

“Hey, you stole the words I was going to say!”

Penelope pouted in mock dissatisfaction, but still had a smile on her face. However, she immediately changed the subject:

“It's just that compared to Slytherin, our relationship with Gryffindor is more tense now, right?”

“Ah?”

Harry couldn't help but be taken aback when he heard this. What was she talking about?

How could Gryffindor's relationship with Ravenclaw be worse than with Slytherin?

“Looks like you don't know yet?”

Penelope was also a little surprised. Her eyes widened slightly, “Didn't those guys who came to see you tell you?”

“Tell me—what?”

Harry looked at the two of them with a dazed expression, feeling even more confused.

“Those detestable fellows—”

Penelope clenched her fists in frustration, and then told Harry something that shocked him.

That very morning, the final Quidditch match of the season had officially kicked off.

Gryffindor, with one player missing, had faced off against Ravenclaw head-on.

As a result, Gryffindor was brutally crushed in the air.

The huge point difference directly broke Gryffindor's team's record from the 1692 match, making it their worst defeat in three hundred years.

Hearing this news, Harry opened his mouth in surprise, his throat as if something was stuck in it.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

Seeing his appearance, Cho Chang lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes casting a shadow on her cheeks, and said softly:

“I'm sorry, Potter.”

Seeing Cho Chang looking even sadder than he was, Harry suddenly woke up and quickly waved his hands:

“This has nothing to do with you!

It's all my fault. It's because I couldn't participate that Gryffindor lost so badly.

Wood must be heartbroken. He always thought we had a sure win—”

His voice was full of self-blame and regret. Sherlock had already led him through one obstacle after another, so how could he fall at the last moment?

If he could have participated in this match, this wouldn't have happened.

“Potter, you are such a kind person.”

Cho Chang's eyes were full of admiration and respect. She looked at Harry seriously and said:

“Even at this time, you still take the blame on yourself.”

“It was my fault in the first place.”

“No, you stopped Quirrell, saved the Sorcerer's Stone, and protected the entire Hogwarts. This is more important than Quidditch.

“That was all Sherlock's credit. I only helped him with a small, insignificant favor.”

Harry scratched his head embarrassedly, a shy smile on his face.

That feeling of "I scored 102 points with Chamberlain" came again.

“Sherlock is certainly excellent, but you also deserve credit.”

Seeing that Cho Chang and Harry were getting along more and more congenially, Penelope, who gradually found herself unable to interject, simply walked outside to wait for her.

She leaned against the wall of the corridor, casually playing with her wand while aimlessly looking at the scenery outside the window.

That Percy didn't even tell Harry about the inter-house match…

Hmph!

The tip of her wand scratched tiny sparks on the windowsill, scaring away a small bird that flew past the window.

Ten minutes later, Cho Chang finally came out, and she asked apologetically: “Penelope, when did you leave?”

“I saw you chatting happily with the Savior, so I didn't want to disturb you.”

,

Penelope joked, a mischievous smile on her lips, “In a few more years, will you consider dating him?”

“W-What are you thinking!”

Cho Chang's face instantly turned red, like the sunset in the sky. She lowered her head, her hands nervously clutching the hem of her clothes.

“Actually, putting aside his identity as the Savior, Harry is just like everyone else, an ordinary little boy.”

“You're already calling him Harry, and you're still explaining!”

“I—…”

“Okay, okay, don't explain. Explaining is just covering up.

Let's hurry up and get ready. The end-of-year banquet is about to begin.”

Penelope interrupted Cho Chang, took her arm, and pulled her quickly towards the dormitory, leaving behind a string of cheerful laughter echoing in the corridor.