Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

"Mr. Potter?"

As Cho Chang turned to greet Harry, he jumped up so abruptly that he knocked over his pumpkin juice.

The deep orange liquid immediately began to spread across the tablecloth.

"S-sorry!"

Nervous, Harry grabbed his napkin and began to wipe it up haphazardly.

Sherlock watched him and said calmly, "Need I remind you, dear Harry, that you're wiping it on my sleeve."

Hermione's sigh mingled with Ron's laughter.

Seeing this, Cho Chang giggled.

Immediately afterward, she tapped the table lightly with her wand: "Scourgify."

The tablecloth and Sherlock's sleeve were instantly clean.

Hermione's eyes narrowed slightly at this.

Cho Chang's spellcasting was very skilled, no less than her own.

Harry didn't pay attention to the spell; he struggled to tear his gaze away from the silver thread cloud pattern rippling on Cho Chang's sleeve.

After this small interlude, the initial sense of distance between them lessened considerably.

Penelope and Cho Chang also sat down on either side of the table.

"So, what was the punishment for Ackmore?"

Sherlock asked, looking at Cho Chang, who was sitting next to Harry.

The smile that had appeared because of Harry's earlier actions vanished instantly, and she said in a low voice:

"Return the items, pay a fine.

Ravenclaw loses fifty points, only stating that Marietta is the one losing points, without revealing specific details.

Detention during holidays and free time after class, performing manual labor that doesn't allow the use of magic.

Restricted range of activity, prohibiting her from entering certain public areas for a period of time."

"My suggestion is—withdraw any unnecessary mercy."

Looking at the dejected Cho Chang, Sherlock said disdainfully, "Her actions are entirely self-inflicted, and she doesn't deserve any pity.

Your relationship with her will never be the same, but Miss Case—she is a good friend worth making."

Cho Chang nodded, having indeed seen many things clearly through this incident.

After chatting for a while longer, the group became increasingly familiar with each other.

Seeing that it was almost time, Penelope coughed softly: "Mr. Holmes, you won't say anything about this, will you?"

"I have no interest in it."

"Me neither."

"Don't worry, I won't say anything."

"Me too!"

Having received affirmative answers, Penelope and Cho Chang stood up, the latter even bowing to the four of them.

Once the two had left, Ron couldn't help but exclaim, "She's really a beautiful and kind-hearted girl. Even after all this, she's still thinking about her friend—don't you think so, Harry?"

Seeing the look in Ron's eyes, Harry couldn't help but feel a little awkward.

He had to admit that he had indeed been judging her based on her appearance.

Fortunately, Ron didn't pay too much attention to it; his attention was quickly drawn to the delicious food on the table—today was Easter, and the Great Hall's dinner was much more lavish than usual.

Before long, he entered a state of double-wielding chicken legs.

Harry, who had almost exhausted his energy on the Quidditch field, also felt a little flustered at this time. Seeing his good brother eating so heartily, he quickly joined in.

Sherlock and Hermione had also spent a lot of energy investigating the case, so the four of them ate and chatted, and the atmosphere became increasingly cheerful.

The first day of the Easter holiday ended uneventfully.

For Sherlock, after finishing Penelope and Cho Chang's commission, the following holiday life inevitably seemed a bit boring.

Of course, it was impossible to expect cases every day.

Otherwise, Hogwarts could be renamed Azkaban.

It was the assignments assigned by the professors that consumed a lot of his time.

Especially Professor McGonagall.

She gave special attention to Sherlock, this Transfiguration genius—the same essay, the length was different from others.

If others were five inches, he was seven inches.

This also led to Sherlock needing to spend more time completing his homework.

As for the nightly Hogwarts tour project that originally included Harry, it had to be stopped once again.

The main reason was Wood's training for Harry.

This was something that even the Weasley twins couldn't understand.

They wondered for three days and three nights how Wood could find so much time for Quidditch training while having to prepare for his O.W.L. exams.

As soon as he arrived at the Quidditch field, his enthusiasm was always so high.

"Before we start training, I want each of you to shout out your name and your position on the field!

I want to ensure that everyone is fully energized for every day's training, let's begin!"

"Chaser, Angelina Johnson!"

"Good, next!"

"Beater, George Weasley!"

"Not enough energy, can't hear you at all! Say it again!"

"Beater, George Weasley!"

"Good, very energetic, next!"

"Beater, Fred Weasley!"

"Can't hear you, want to win the championship with such a soft voice? Again!"

The pre-training pep talk every day was already frustrating enough, but what was even more frustrating was that weather conditions were not within Wood's consideration at all.

Even if it rained heavily, he would still train regardless of the weather.

This training method naturally led to the Gryffindor team members returning from the Quidditch field exhausted every day.

Until one morning, the school hospital happily received a dozen bladders filled with pep pills, Wood's high-intensity training was stopped under the strong intervention of Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse.

The members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team breathed a sigh of relief and henceforth regarded Madam Pomfrey as their savior.

Although Ron didn't have Harry's high-intensity training, just completing the assignments assigned by the professors was already enough for him to handle—even with Sherlock and Hermione, two big shots, helping him.

The final result was that, by the end of the holiday, Harry and Ron felt that this Easter was more tiring than a workday.

This was the first time they hoped that the holiday could end quickly.

Sherlock and Hermione were naturally much better off.

With Harry joining after the end of training, the trio of the Lion King, the Savior, and the Know-It-All once again frequented the library.

As for Ron—

Reading books is impossible, writing homework is impossible, only copying this kind of thing can maintain life like this.

Sherlock naturally didn't care about Ron's choice.

Harry and Hermione were angry at his lack of ambition.

However, although Ron didn't come to the library, he could always learn those spells under Sherlock's guidance, which was also a good thing.

In the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class after the Easter holiday, Professor Quirrell, whom they hadn't seen for a long time, reappeared.

His condition was not good; compared to before he took leave before Easter, his body was even more hunched, and his face was even paler.

"Hey, Sherlock, you're really as good as your word!"

Seamus couldn't help but give Sherlock a thumbs up quietly.

Before Easter, he had asked Sherlock to predict when Quirrell would be able to return, and he didn't expect Sherlock to really get it right.

Sherlock was sitting in the second-to-last row by the window; Harry was sitting next to him, with Ron and Neville in front, and Seamus and Dean behind.

"This level of reasoning is too simple for Sherlock."

Hearing their conversation, Ron couldn't help but turn around and join in.

"However, he seems to be in bad shape. Can you deduce the reason this time?"

"I said last time, he was stabbed by me!"

Hearing Sherlock say this without changing his expression, the others were first startled, then burst out laughing.

"Holmes, how long are you going to keep up this joke—"

"I still say the same thing, if this is true, let me never find a girlfriend before I'm twenty, hahaha—"

"Hey, be quiet!"

Hermione, who was across the aisle, couldn't help but say.

Although Professor Quirrell seemed easy to bully, don't forget that he was Voldemort's minion!

Even if this matter was under the control of Headmaster Dumbledore, they should still be careful.

Perhaps Quirrell's usual disguise was too successful, or perhaps Ron's memory was too poor; in short, Ron clearly failed to understand Hermione's intention at this moment, and he looked at his desk mate with a forced smile:

"Neville, why don't you just go ask him."

"Me? I'd rather not—"

In Neville's opinion, although Quirrell wasn't as scary as Snape, he still didn't dare to face a Hogwarts professor alone.

Except for Professor Sprout—because she always reminded Neville of his grandmother.

"I'll go!"

Seeing Neville chicken out, Seamus volunteered and went to greet Quirrell about his health before the class officially started.

Watching Seamus rush up, Harry and Hermione's hearts both skipped a beat.

Hermione was a little better, but Harry knew very well that the Quirrell in front of him was the crawler who had fought them in the Forbidden Forest that night.

Sherlock said he stabbed him, so he really stabbed him.

However, seeing Sherlock's calm expression, he could only pretend to be nonchalant.

Seamus soon received Quirrell's answer—the vampire's curse had relapsed, and he had to rest for a while to suppress it.

Of course, the garlic smell from that turban was even stronger.

Harry couldn't concentrate on the class.

After lunch and returning to the common room, Ron couldn't help but ask:

"Harry, what's wrong with you today? You seem so absent-minded?"

Although Quirrell usually stuttered when lecturing and only recited from the textbook, Harry had never been like this today, it was really abnormal.

"Quirrell—is back."

"Yeah, now I have to admit that Sherlock is right, the old bat is indeed more skilled than Quirrell,

At least he can really teach us something."

Ron shook his head and suddenly waved his wand: "Expelliarmus!"

The West Lake Dragon Well tea leaves in Sherlock's hand didn't move at all.

Looking at the somewhat embarrassed Ron, he shook his head, "If you want to cast a Disarming Charm on me, next time remember to make the movement of taking out your wand a little smaller."

"Hehe—"

Ron scratched his nose embarrassedly.

He looked at Harry again: "I know you look down on him, but you can't expect the old bat to teach two subjects all the time, can you?

That way, no matter how many points Sherlock and Hermione earn in other courses, it won't be enough!"