Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

"You, you, how dare you!"

Being utterly humiliated by Sherlock's scolding, Quirrell couldn't help but fly into a rage.

He finally couldn't bear it any longer, raised his wand, and intended to let this hateful kid experience his power.

Sherlock and Harry both felt a chill in their hearts upon seeing this.

Just then, a hoarse voice sounded:

"Let me see him, talk to him face to face——

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This scene astonished Harry and Hermione beyond measure,

because this voice actually came from Quirrell.

Only Sherlock raised an eyebrow slightly, and said "Oh" softly.

Quirrell trembled all over: "But Master, you, you haven't recovered yet——"

"I still have this much strength—"

Quirrell was still hesitating, the voice suddenly turned stern, "Hurry up, I'm not so weak yet."

This time, Quirrell no longer hesitated, he tremblingly raised his hand and untied the turban that had been wrapped around his head, which had always had a strong smell.

When the turban was completely thrown on the ground, the three of Sherlock realized that Quirrell's head was very small.

Although it wasn't like a troll, it was much smaller than imagined.

Then, he slowly turned around on the spot.

At this moment, Harry and Hermione almost cried out in surprise.

But where Quirrell's back of the head should have been, there was actually a face!

It was a hideous and terrifying face, the color as pale as chalk, and the scarlet eyes emitted a strange light.

This face had no nose, only two slender nostrils like snakes.

Without a doubt, he was the most powerful dark wizard in history, whose shadow had shrouded the magical world for more than ten years, making wizards still afraid to mention his name.

Voldemort.

Sherlock frowned.

Although he had already seen that there was something wrong with Quirrell, he didn't expect Voldemort to coexist with Quirrell in this way.

How should I put it?

It's just so degrading!

"Harry Potter, we finally meet!"

As soon as the other party spoke, his lips immediately became crooked, and the already ugly face became even more disgusting.

Harry wanted to speak, but he found that he couldn't make a sound.

He wanted to retreat, but found that his legs suddenly became disobedient.

"You are the savior of the magical world, defeating the supreme Dark Lord, but why are you nervous?"

Harry still couldn't give an effective answer, the pressure Voldemort brought him was too great.

He subconsciously looked to his side, but found that Hermione was tightly grabbing Sherlock's arm at this time.

As for Sherlock, he looked as if he had expected it.

He stared at the back of Quirrell's head and slowly said, "Are you finally willing to show your face, Voldemort?"

As soon as Sherlock spoke, Harry immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

His legs finally regained consciousness again.

At this time, Voldemort's gaze had shifted to Sherlock: "It seems you guessed it long ago, didn't you?

To dare to call my name directly, little guy—."

Facing this "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" in the magical world, Sherlock did not have the slightest fear.

He said calmly, "You once peered at Harry through Quirrell's eyes, and plus Quirrell's performance on Halloween night was too clumsy, making it difficult to ignore."

Speaking of this, Quirrell's body trembled, and Voldemort's face also twisted violently.

But he immediately laughed, "Sherlock Holmes. You're good, really good.

When I still had power, few of those Death Eaters could compare to you——."

Sherlock waved his hand with a look of disgust, "Don't compare me with your group of brainless subordinates, to be honest, you really disappoint me."

"What did you say?"

Hearing Sherlock's words, Voldemort's voice suddenly became sharp.

"Isn't it? The 'Supreme Dark Lord' has actually degenerated to sticking to the back of someone else's head, being wrapped in a turban all day long.

In this dark environment, it's no wonder you can't grow a nose and hair, and you've made yourself stink."

"Enough!"

At this moment, Voldemort couldn't laugh anymore.

When Sherlock was spraying Quirrell just now, he didn't feel anything.

But now that the brick hit him, he finally felt the pain.

Sherlock's mouth is really too poisonous!

He is clearly just an eleven or twelve-year-old wizard, but he is no less sharp-tongued than the most sarcastic Death Eater under my command back then.

"Potter, Holmes, we can talk."

Voldemort ignored Hermione and said to Sherlock and Harry: "I can see that you have ambition,

and you also have the ability. Since this is the case, why confine yourselves to a small school?

We can completely cooperate!"

Sherlock smiled disdainfully, he was too lazy to refute this kind of low-level bewitchment.

Harry roared out: "You killed my parents!"

"Yes, yes, it was indeed me who did it, but look——what have I become!"

Voldemort said slowly in his sinister voice:

"Now I only have shadows and steam—I can only have a form when I share a body with someone else."

Harry laughed in extreme anger: "Is it my fault?"

As time passed, Harry gradually found that his fear of Voldemort was slowly dissipating.

His mind also began to become active, thinking about what method should be used to verify what Dumbledore said.

Anyway, he definitely couldn't stand still and take a curse from Voldemort.

At this time, Harry did not realize that Felix Felicis had begun to quietly play its role.

Voldemort also did not realize this, and was still using language to bewitch the two:

"As long as I get the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own again.

At that time, with my powerful magic, resurrecting your parents will not be a difficult thing.

So why don't you help me?"

Hearing Voldemort say that he could resurrect his parents, Harry couldn't help but pause.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Voldemort suddenly waved his wand, and the huge Mirror of Erised flew up and landed in front of Harry.

Caught off guard, Harry didn't know what Voldemort wanted to do, but he subconsciously glanced at the mirror.

To his surprise, this time, the mirror did not reflect his family.

Only a dazed Harry himself.

But soon, the Harry in the mirror smiled.

He reached into his pocket, took out a bright red stone, winked and put it back.

According to Dumbledore's previous statement, this mirror can reflect the most desired things in a person's heart.

Although Harry at this time did indeed desire to get the Philosopher's Stone, it was only to prevent Voldemort from getting it.

As far as he himself was concerned, the greatest hope was to be reunited with his family.

But why did the mirror have this kind of performance?

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly felt something heavy really fall into his pocket.

Harry's face suddenly sank, he immediately understood that the illusion reflected by the mirror had become reality.

He really got the Philosopher's Stone just like that.

Except for Harry himself, Sherlock and Voldemort realized what had happened in the first time.

Voldemort was through his keen sense of magic.

Sherlock deduced it through the nature of the Mirror of Erised, Dumbledore's arrangement, and Harry's facial expression changes.

He instantly understood Dumbledore's intention.

"Hmph, I knew that old fellow was going to play tricks."

Although Voldemort was complaining about Dumbledore, his tone was full of excitement, "Quick, hand over the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket!"

"Don't even think about it!"

Although he didn't know why the Philosopher's Stone came to his pocket, Harry resolutely refused.

"Don't be stupid!"

Now that he had determined the whereabouts of the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort began to coerce and lure even more directly.

He looked at Harry with a fierce gaze:

"In order to save your own little life, join me—otherwise you will end up like your parents,

they were begging me for mercy before they died. Parents are absolutely Harry's Achilles' heel.

Hearing Voldemort openly insult them like this, Harry's anger exploded:

"You're talking nonsense!"

"How touching——"

He said in a hoarse voice, "Courage is a very valuable quality, I have always admired courageous people—yes, your parents were indeed very brave back then.

I first attacked your father, but he was unyielding and fought bravely with me.

Your mother didn't have to die, but she desperately wanted to protect you, I had no choice but to send her to see your father too.

Okay, give me the Philosopher's Stone, don't let your mother die in vain for you."

Quirrell slowly took two steps back, making Voldemort gradually approach Harry, and that evil face once again revealed a hideous smile.

His lips were twisted even more.

Just then, a loud shout rang out: "Do it!"

Faster than the sound was a blasting curse.

In fact, when Voldemort realized that Harry had obtained the Philosopher's Stone, he was already prepared to change from bewitchment to a strong attack.

It's just that he didn't expect that someone's movements were faster than him,

He was still babbling there, Sherlock had already struck first, and a blasting curse had already been thrown at him.

It's a pity that although Quirrell was just ridiculed by Sherlock and unable to refute, he is not a liar in essence.

Or rather, to be able to be seen by Voldemort as a carrier, his strength has already been affirmed.

So even though Sherlock's spell came without warning, he still dodged it with a flash.

However, at this moment, two more spells rushed towards him one after another.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Petrificus Totalus!"

At the moment Sherlock shouted to do it, Harry and Hermione also shot at the same time.

Harry endured the pain on his forehead and used his best disarming spell.

Hermione's disarming spell was not skilled enough, so she simply threw out the leg-locking curse that Malfoy had used on Neville.

In order to avenge Neville for Malfoy, she practiced this spell a lot, so the proficiency is quite high.

Although the power is not great, if it can really lock Quirrell's legs tightly together, it will definitely be of great benefit to the current situation.

It's a pity that Quirrell is the man that the Dark Lord has taken a fancy to after all.

Just as Dumbledore once said to Sherlock, he is an excellent Ravenclaw.

So he managed to add a defensive spell to himself before being hit by the two spells.

In this way, although Harry and Hermione's disarming spell and leg-locking curse hit him, they only paused his movements for a moment and did not produce a substantial effect.

Fortunately, taking advantage of this opportunity created by Harry and Hermione for himself, Sherlock also successfully rushed in front of Quirrell.