Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

The Mending Charm is a very practical spell, capable of restoring most damaged objects.

In his first Charms class, Sherlock's performance was consistent with his other subjects, constantly asking Professor Flitwick questions.

As with other courses, his goal was to gain a comprehensive understanding of the subject.

Unexpectedly, Professor Flitwick was very enthusiastic about studious wizards, and as a result, Sherlock not only achieved his expected goals but also gained additional benefits.

He learned a very useful new spell from Flitwick—the Warming Charm.

As the name suggests, casting the spell makes one feel warm all over, as if wearing a pair of fleece-lined long johns.

This was very practical for Sherlock, who was just recovering from a serious illness and encountering such damp and cold weather.

Others could only envy him.

After all, very few students could skillfully master and apply the Mending Charm in the first lesson; besides Sherlock, only Hermione and a few others could do it.

But even Hermione found it difficult to spare the energy to learn new spells.

This made her clench her small fist secretly.

Holmes, I won't lose to you!

The Charms class on Tuesday afternoon was immediately followed by Transfiguration, making the schedule somewhat tight.

This was especially true for the Gryffindor students.

The main reason was Harry.

Compared to their enthusiasm at breakfast in the Great Hall, the onlookers' reactions were even more exaggerated.

Students without classes lined up outside the classroom, all standing on tiptoe, eager to see the true face of the hero who defeated the Dark Lord as a mere infant.

In the corridors, these students were even more outrageous.

They would walk past Harry, then turn back and stare at him intently.

If it weren't too rude, they might even want to get closer to see what Harry's lightning-shaped scar looked like.

Harry sincerely wished they wouldn't do this, because the way to the classroom was too difficult.

One aspect was that the first-year students didn't know the way, and another was that the roads in Hogwarts were inherently difficult to find.

The roads here changed at any time: some stairs led to different places at different times; some steps suddenly disappeared halfway, forcing people to remember where to jump; some doors were not real doors at all, but a solid wall that looked like a door.

Even the people in the portraits constantly visited each other, making it impossible to use them as reference points.

Everything was constantly moving, so it was very difficult to remember where things were.

The students' strong interest in Harry further exacerbated this difficulty.

"Sherlock, you're amazing!"

Under Sherlock's guidance, Harry and Ron quickly passed through the disobedient stairs, jumped over two disappearing steps, bypassed the mischievous Peeves, and finally opened a door that didn't look like a door in the correct way. Harry couldn't help but praise him sincerely.

"How do you remember such a complicated route?"

Sherlock smiled slightly: "Actually, you can too."

"Me?"

Harry pointed to himself, looking bewildered.

"Yes, dear Harry, I've actually told you many times: what you see is no different from what I see, so what I can do, you can do too."

"That's impossible!"

Before Harry could answer, Ron interjected:

"As far as I know, there isn't a single first-year student in the entire academy... no, the entire school who can remember all the correct routes to the classroom like you, even if you add the older students, I'm afraid only George and Fred can do it."

Harry nodded repeatedly, obviously agreeing with Ron's statement.

Sherlock leaned slightly to the side, dodging a ghost that suddenly jumped out from behind the door, the ghost's eyes showing a strong disappointment at his indifference.

He explained: "Harry, remember when we first met, I said that you were sent to the station by your uncle, and you seemed very surprised at the time."

"That's right."

Recalling the scene when they first met, Harry still felt very surprised.

"But after I told you the reasoning process, you felt that everything was so obvious."

"Yes, every time I hear you talk about these reasoning, things always seem so obvious, almost ridiculously simple, and I can even reason myself."

Harry scratched his head, asking puzzledly, "But before you explain the reasoning process, I always feel confused about every next step of your reasoning."

"Me too!"

Ron interjected again, saying somewhat unconvinced: "But I still think our eyesight is no worse than yours."

"What you said is actually not wrong."

"Ah?"

Ron couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this.

Wait, I just said that casually, how did you really admit it?

"The problem is that you are looking instead of observing, and there is a clear difference between the two."

Looking at Harry and Ron's bewildered expressions, Sherlock paused and continued, "For example, it's been three days since you came to school, do you know how many staircases there are in the castle?"

Harry: "I don't know."

Ron: "How is it possible to know that kind of thing!"

"Because you didn't observe, you were just looking—that's exactly what I want to point out.

Hogwarts has a total of one hundred and forty-two staircases, and there are three types of staircases, namely nine, twelve, and fourteen steps.

The Gryffindor tower is located in the east of the castle, its common room is on the eighth floor of the tower, and together with the Astronomy Tower and the Ravenclaw tower, they are the three highest towers in the school.

I know these things because I not only look but also observe."

A word directly stunned Harry and Ron.

"Okay, we've arrived at the classroom, let's talk about this topic later if you're interested."

Because Sherlock led the way, the group arrived at the classroom five minutes before class.

Even so, the classroom was still in a mess.

Mainly because Professor McGonagall, who was responsible for teaching, had not yet arrived.

She is the Head of Gryffindor House and the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, known for her strictness and fairness.

If she were in the classroom, the students would definitely not dare to be presumptuous.

"Why is there a cat there?"

Ron looked around the classroom and called out in surprise.

Sherlock naturally noticed the kitten squatting on the podium earlier than him.

After staring at the cat for a few seconds, a meaningful smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Harry, guess where this cat came from?"

"Maybe it's Professor McGonagall's pet?"

Harry replied uncertainly.

"Incorrect."

"Incorrect?"

"Perfect, let me demonstrate to you the process of forming inferences through observation."

In the surprised gazes of the surrounding people, Sherlock strode to the podium, grabbed the kitten by the scruff of its neck, and lifted it up.