Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Hermione quickly realized she was overthinking it.

A series of exclamations came from the table across the aisle from her.

Looking over, she was surprised to see that Sherlock had completely transformed his match into a needle!

Professor McGonagall didn't hesitate to give her assessment:

"A Transfiguration prodigy!"

Students who completely transformed their match into a needle received four points, while those who only managed to create a needlepoint on one end received one point.

McGonagall could now justifiably and confidently award points to Gryffindor, and even her gaze towards Sherlock and Hermione became much gentler.

It was precisely because of Sherlock and Hermione's outstanding performance that the 'You are the worst class I've ever taught' that she had prepared to say at the end of class remained unspoken.

However, Hermione knew in her heart that of the five points Gryffindor received, only one point seemingly came from her own efforts, but without Sherlock, McGonagall wouldn't have given her that point at all.

Her Transfiguration was only worth a smile; that one point was entirely thanks to Sherlock.

This instantly gave her the same feeling as Harry and Ron.

Being carried by a big shot!

But she couldn't bring herself to be happy.

Her parents had told her to take care of each other before school started; now it seemed completely unnecessary?

Her emotions didn't attract anyone else's attention.

The new students continued to attend classes, leave classes, eat, and sleep as usual.

Just before going to bed, Harry finally asked the question that had been weighing on his mind all day:

"Sherlock, did you really not realize that cat was Professor McGonagall?"

The other three in the dormitory, who had seemingly already fallen asleep, couldn't help but secretly prick up their ears upon hearing Harry's words.

"Dear Harry, I thought you would have asked me sooner."

Sherlock smiled, then immediately posed a counter-question, "So… what do you think?"

Harry thought for a moment, feeling that he should be honest when facing Sherlock: "I think you were deceiving her."

"Harry, you've spotted the blind spot."

Sherlock gave an affirmative answer, then calmly said in Harry's surprised gaze:

"As I said to you before, what we need is observation, not sight.

You also noticed the lines around the cat's eyes, but you didn't connect it to Professor McGonagall.

The cat's habits are different from those of a normal cat; if you are familiar with the animal, it is easy to see the differences.

Of course, the most important thing is that I know about Animagi.

By putting all these observed results together, it's not difficult to deduce the answer."

The difference between observation and sight aside, after hearing Sherlock frankly admit that he had deceived McGonagall, Ron finally couldn't help but sit up.

"Holy hell—Sherlock, I thought you wouldn't lie!"

"In most cases, I really don't lie," Sherlock said calmly, "unless it's necessary."

"Then today…"

"A white lie is more suitable for someone like Professor McGonagall than the truth; I don't want to be targeted by her in the future."

After all, he still planned to explore Hogwarts.

Harry and Ron exchanged glances.

Their understanding of Sherlock deepened once again.

Sherlock originally had high hopes for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

After all, judging from the current courses, the teachers at Hogwarts were all highly accomplished.

Even the History of Magic teacher, Professor Binns, who simply read from the textbook, had knowledge when you actively asked questions.

Unexpectedly, Quirinus Quirrell became the exception.

During the first class, the entire classroom was filled with the smell of garlic.

Although he didn't explain the reason, rumors had it that it was to ward off a vampire he had encountered in Romania.

As everyone knew, garlic was an effective means of warding off vampires, and it was understandable that someone as timid and nervous as Quirrell, constantly worried about being harmed by dark creatures, would take such measures.

As for himself, he explained his large turban—it was a gift from an African prince to thank him for helping the prince escape the clutches of a zombie.

The students were skeptical about this.

Harry, curious, couldn't help but lower his voice and ask, "Sherlock, is what he's saying true?"

Sherlock shook his head.

It wasn't a big deal that Quirrell was lying, as long as he could do his job of teaching well.

The problem was that Quirrell couldn't.

To put it bluntly, this professor was simply a heartless repeating machine.

The extent to which he read from the textbook was even worse than Professor Binns in History of Magic.

When students asked questions, he would stammer, talk vaguely, and talk about the weather.

A course that required the most practical application was turned into this…

Sherlock didn't know what to say.

It seemed that not all professors at Hogwarts were elites.

In contrast, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Because he found that even other students from wizarding families were about the same level as him.

The best performers among the new students were Sherlock and Hermione, who came from Muggle families.

This allowed him to joke with Sherlock:

"Actually, Professor Quirrell is a good person; I met him in Diagon Alley…"

Harry told Sherlock about his experience in Diagon Alley, and when he mentioned that Quirrell came from Ravenclaw and was originally very smart, Sherlock frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"Harry, what do you think would cause a person's personality to change suddenly?"

Harry thought for a moment and said, "Hagrid said that Professor Quirrell wanted to gain firsthand experience, but he encountered vampires and old hags in the Dark Forest, and that's why he became like this."

"A good reason."

Noticing Sherlock's disapproving attitude, Harry was surprised, "What, did you think of something?"

"My friend, it's always dangerous to reason with insufficient evidence."

Sherlock patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, it's time for lunch."

After finishing the third Herbology class of the week in the afternoon, the new students also ushered in the only class of the week that needed to be studied at night.

Astronomy.

Professor Aurora Sinistra required all new students to observe the night sky with telescopes.

The main content was to learn the names of different stars and the trajectories of planetary orbits.

Compared to other courses, this course was undoubtedly much simpler.

This was the only course that didn't require the use of magic.

However, Sherlock, who had performed excellently in other courses, surprised everyone.

Because Professor Sinistra had heard about Sherlock and Hermione's deeds before, and given the special nature of this course, she specifically asked Sherlock and Hermione, who came from Muggle families, questions.

Hermione's answer was excellent; she not only skillfully recited the names of the nine planets, but also explained the ecliptic plane and the equatorial plane.

But when it was Sherlock's turn, he frankly stated that he knew nothing about it.

He didn't even know that the Earth revolved around the Sun.

Everyone was stunned.