Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Even if they were unwilling, the final exams arrived as scheduled.

In this regard, magic schools and Muggle schools have something in common.

That is, the vast majority of students do not like exams.

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Compared to Muggle school exams, cheating here is more difficult.

The teachers distributed new quills specially for the exams to the young wizards, all of which had anti-cheating spells cast on them.

Of course, if you can crack the spell, then your level is indeed too high to need to take the exam.

The weather had already become very hot, and the large classroom used for exams was particularly stuffy.

This inevitably made them feel impetuous when answering the questions.

Ron felt that the Hogwarts teachers were doing this on purpose.

They could obviously use magic to cool down the temperature, but they deliberately created such a harsh environment just to prevent them from answering the questions properly.

In addition to theory, there were also practical exams.

The first-year exams were relatively simple—of course, this was only relatively speaking.

For example, in the Transfiguration exam, many people's snuffboxes still had rat whiskers left on them.

But it was much better than Potions.

The final exam question for Potions was the preparation of a Forgetfulness Potion.

This was not easy to begin with, and coupled with Professor Snape constantly shuttling behind them like an old bat, paying close attention.

This made all the young wizards taking the exam feel very nervous, like sitting on pins and needles, like thorns on their backs, like a lump in their throats.

Until the end of the exam, all the young wizards breathed a long sigh of relief.

Of course, this did not include Sherlock and Harry.

Sherlock goes without saying, as long as Professor Snape did not use magic, then he simply could not affect him.

As for Harry—

To this day, under Sherlock's influence, Harry has completely accepted this elder who has deep guilt for his mother and is constantly thinking about protecting him.

As for his dislike of himself, it doesn't matter, it's completely understandable!

I forgive you on behalf of my father!

Noticing Harry's expression, Snape narrowed his eyes.

He made a great determination to refrain from deducting points.

Finally, after the last History of Magic exam, the final exams came to an end.

Next, they only had to wait for a week for the results to be announced.

During this period, they had no classes and could have a great time for a week.

Except for Harry.

He had one last Quidditch match.

"Easier than I originally thought!"

When they came to the sunny outdoors, Hermione said with a beaming face, "I really didn't need to memorize the 'Werewolf Code of Conduct of 1637' and the Goblin Rebellion."

Harry, Ron, you have to thank me for reminding you to remember who invented the Self-Stirring Cauldron. The History of Magic exam really tested this.—

Sherlock, let's compare answers!"

"Hermione, please, can you not do this?"

Ron said with a helpless expression, "The exam is over, even if you know whether you answered correctly or wrongly, it's all to no avail!"

"Who says?"

Hermione put her hands on her hips and said with great momentum, "The exam is just a means, not an end.

Comparing answers can help me clarify the direction of my next review, and if I find problems, I can make a review plan in advance to prepare for more in-depth study.

Also, by comparing answers, I can discover better problem-solving skills, which can inspire me to adjust and optimize my learning methods."

"Oh my god!"

"Bloody hell!"

Faced with Hermione's passionate and enthusiastic preaching, Harry and Ron simultaneously showed expressions of unbearable pain.

Hermione didn't care about them, she grabbed Sherlock and began to compare answers over and over again.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and moved away from the two of them without a trace.

The two walked all the way to the Black Lake, and with a thud, sat down under a tree, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Phew, sometimes I really can't stand her!"

Ron noticed a giant squid lying in the warm shallow water basking in the sun, and while fiddling with its tentacles, he said to Harry:

"Only Sherlock can stand her. Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Harry kept rubbing his forehead, and said with some annoyance:

"Recently, my scar has been hurting all the time—it used to hurt like this before, but never as frequently as now."

"Why don't you go to Madam Pomfrey to see," Ron suggested, "You should see a doctor when you're sick."

"No, it's not because of that—

Harry hesitated, wondering if he should tell Ron what happened in the Forbidden Forest.

Now Hermione already knew, and it wasn't good to just hide it from Ron.

"Because of what?"

"Because—"

Just then, the sound of an owl came from the sky.

Harry and Ron looked up at the same time, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Watson?"

They saw Watson circling in the air, and then threw a note to Harry.

"This is for me?"

Harry was even more surprised. Sherlock was right next to him, so there was no need for Watson to send him a message, right?

But when he opened the note and looked at it, his face suddenly changed.

Without saying a word, he ran back in the direction of Sherlock and Hermione.

"Hey, wait for me!"

Ron dropped the squid and followed closely behind.

"Why are you here again?"

Looking at Harry and Ron running back one after another, Hermione said with a look of disgust.

Ron: (一'一)

Sorry to bother you!

Sherlock glanced at Watson standing on Harry's shoulder, and immediately understood what had happened: "He's gone?"

"Yes!"

Harry directly handed the note in his hand to Sherlock.

"Harry, I received a message and am preparing to go to the Ministry of Magic. I expect to be back tomorrow. Please tell Sherlock."

The handwriting was flamboyant and powerful, with no signature, nor did it need one.

While Sherlock was reading the note, Hermione had already come over.

"Whose letter is this?"

After reading this sentence, Hermione couldn't help but be confused.

"Professor Dumbledore."

"How do you know? Wait, how could he leave at this time?"

Hermione originally wanted to ask Sherlock how he knew this was Dumbledore's letter, but after thinking about it, she immediately felt that it was not important.

The previous few times she looked for Dumbledore without success, she listened to McGonagall's words and put her energy on the final exams first.

Originally, she wanted to find the headmaster after the exams.

Who knew that plans could not keep up with changes, and Old Dumbledore actually ran away?

The key is that Quirrell, as Voldemort's minion, has returned.

He suffered such a big loss in the Forbidden Forest, and Dumbledore is leaving now, isn't this clearly creating an opportunity for him?

At this moment, what exams, what answers, she couldn't care about anymore.

"I must stop him!"

As she said this, without waiting for the three little friends to agree, she ran out like the previous few times.

"Sherlock, this is—"

Ron looked at this scene with a dazed expression, and suddenly felt like an outsider.

"It's okay, she'll be back."

Like last time, Sherlock did not stop Hermione, but turned to Harry and Ron, and extended an invitation to the two:

"I need assistants now, are you coming?"

Hermione was anxious while running.

Ever since she learned that Dumbledore wanted Sherlock and Harry to confront Voldemort head-on, she felt that this headmaster might really be like Sherlock said, with sugar water in his brain.

It's just that she failed to find Dumbledore several times in a row.

Until today.

Dumbledore specifically wrote to Harry saying that he was going to the Ministry of Magic and would not be back until tomorrow.

Hermione couldn't stay any longer.

How could there be such a coincidence?

Seeing that the semester was about to end, Dumbledore received a message from the Ministry of Magic?

This must be Quirrell... or rather, Voldemort's conspiracy!

He just wanted to lure Dumbledore out of the school so that he would have a chance to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

Sherlock must have seen through this with his ability.

However, he didn't care.

And Harry too, being able to escape from Voldemort's hands once doesn't mean he can escape a second time.

So even if she exposed this matter, she had to see Dumbledore.

Unfortunately, the ideal is very full, but the reality is very bony.

This time, she still failed to see Dumbledore.

Professor McGonagall, holding a large book in her arms, intercepted her halfway.

Even her usually kind attitude towards her had changed.

"Professor Dumbledore is not in the school, he just left."

McGonagall frowned and looked at Hermione, "Miss Granger, even if the exams are over, I hope you will focus on your studies instead of running around all day for inexplicable things!"

"I know Headmaster Dumbledore is going to the Ministry of Magic, but I have something very, very important to tell him—

"Is what you want to say more important than the Ministry of Magic, Miss Granger?"

McGonagall's voice was cold, she didn't understand how this student she had always been optimistic about suddenly became like this!

Even if it was a very important matter, couldn't she tell herself first?

Or was it that she didn't even trust herself?

"Okay—"

Hermione was very smart, she had already seen that McGonagall was dissatisfied with her.

She took a deep breath, "What I want to say is about the Philosopher's Stone———

McGonagall was also very smart, otherwise she wouldn't have almost been sorted into Ravenclaw back then.

But she never expected Hermione to say this.

The news was so shocking that she didn't even pick up all the books that fell on the floor in her arms.

"How do you know?"

McGonagall asked falteringly.

"Professor, I think—I know—Quirrell is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone, this matter must be told to Professor Dumbledore."

McGonagall looked at Hermione with a gaze intertwined with surprise and suspicion. After a moment, she slowly opened her mouth and said:

"Although Quirrell's teaching method is very problematic, you shouldn't question a professor like this.

Also, at Hogwarts, you should call him professor."

Hermione became anxious when she saw that McGonagall refused to believe her:

"But Professor, Headmaster Dumbledore also knows—

But she was interrupted by McGonagall before she could finish her words.

"Miss Granger, I know what I'm saying."

She bent down and picked up the book that had fallen on the ground.

"I don't know how you found out about the Philosopher's Stone, but please rest assured that it is under the strictest protection and no one can steal it.

Also, I have to remind you that you should not say things that are not conducive to unity."

She stood up straight and stared at Hermione, "I will not punish you this time, but if similar things happen again, you will not only cause your house to lose points, but also be confined."

After saying this, Professor McGonagall turned and left straight away.

Leaving the dumbfounded Hermione in place.