Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

In this world, most magic schools are located in steep mountainous areas.

Hogwarts is no exception.

However.

Its exact geographical location is confidential.

Even within the British wizarding world, not many people know it.

Not to mention that all magic schools are under Disillusionment Charms, so non-magical people only see ruins or warning signs.

This book is first published on the entire network by 𝕥𝕨𝕜𝕒𝕟.𝕔𝕠𝕞

Finding the school is almost impossible.

Just five minutes ago, the Sherlock family didn't even know magic existed.

But just now, Sherlock, a boy from a Muggle family, said something remarkable in a nonchalant tone.

Hogwarts is in Scotland!

This is simply… a stampede of Gorgons—McGonagall used great effort to not lose her composure.

"Know what?"

Compared to McGonagall, Sherlock seemed very calm.

As if he didn't understand why she was so surprised.

"What you just said… you mean Hogwarts is in Scotland?"

McGonagall couldn't help but ask.

"It's just a simple deduction."

Seeing McGonagall still looking confused, Sherlock sighed and took out the admission letter he received three days ago.

"This kind of paper is thick, sturdy, and of very good quality, costing nearly half a pound per stack."

McGonagall looked at Sherlock in confusion.

Seeming to ask with her eyes: So what?

Sherlock handed the letter to McGonagall, "Professor, please hold it up to the light."

McGonagall was puzzled, but she did as Sherlock asked.

Then she saw a capital "A" and three lowercase "l", "b", "a" intertwined in the paper's texture.

McGonagall was stunned.

Over the years, Hogwarts had sent countless admission letters, but this detail was the first time she had noticed it, and naturally, she didn't understand what it represented.

"Do you know what this means?"

She couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, 'Alba' means Scotland in Gaelic, and this paper is made in Scotland."

Sherlock said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"But…"

Before McGonagall could refute, Sherlock explained very quickly:

"Of course, this alone is not enough to judge—but adding the Scottish eagle-owl that came to deliver the letter, the Scottish plaid pattern on your shirt, and the Scottish Gaelic you inadvertently used when speaking… if you still can't make a judgment with these, then it would be too foolish."

"Merlin's beard…"

After Sherlock finished speaking in one breath, McGonagall was completely shocked.

It seemed incredible before, but after Sherlock's explanation, everything became so obvious.

This little wizard is really… too surprising!

So, when she returns to school this time, should she consider suggesting that Headmaster Dumbledore strengthen the security measures?

After all, deducing the location of Hogwarts without magic is too unbelievable!

"Sherlock, are you really going to go there to school?"

Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Head of Gryffindor House, had left.

Professor McGonagall greatly admired Sherlock for deducing the location of Hogwarts based solely on the clues he observed.

—Although Sherlock himself thought it was obvious.

Because of this, the always strict Professor McGonagall was generous with praise and expressed considerable expectations for Sherlock's upcoming life at Hogwarts.

After this, McGonagall did not forget to earnestly fulfill her duties.

She told Sherlock that things like wands, robes, and magic books, which seemed to exist only in the magical world, could actually be bought in London—as long as you knew the way.

In fact, she could have taken Sherlock to Diagon Alley herself.

But as Head of Gryffindor and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, McGonagall was too busy, especially during the time leading up to the start of school.

After discovering that Sherlock's family did not reject magic and that his parents promised to take Sherlock there themselves, she decided to free up her time for families who needed her more.

So she explained very carefully, and also told Sherlock how to get to Hogwarts by train.

In addition, McGonagall also signed a confidentiality agreement with Sherlock's parents on behalf of Hogwarts—except for immediate family members, the existence of magic cannot be revealed to others.

This was not a problem for the Holmes couple, as they were not flamboyant people to begin with.

Sherlock thought of something, and his eyes became more profound.

When McGonagall left, Mrs. Holmes, who was already sentimental, hesitated again.

According to McGonagall, once Sherlock went to Hogwarts, he would have to live at the school and could only return home during Christmas and summer vacations each year.

This alone was already difficult for Mrs. Holmes to accept.

Not to mention that this kind of life would continue until Sherlock graduated from seventh grade.

The thought of Sherlock only spending a little over two months by her side each year for the next seven years was naturally unacceptable to her as a mother.

"Dear Valita, since it's Sherlock's own decision, we should support him—we always have, haven't we?"

"I understand, but Tanan, Sherlock is only 11 years old…"

"Trust me, and trust Sherlock, he will take care of himself."

The reputation of wizards may not be good, but Sherlock's life safety is more important.

The consequences caused by magic outbursts… sounded too terrible.

Besides, this was Sherlock's own choice.

He was not an ordinary little boy after all.

Mr. Holmes explained while putting his arm around his wife and walking towards the bedroom, while turning back to give Sherlock a reassuring look.

Sherlock was of course relieved.

Although his father would usually give in to his mother in most cases, he was always able to successfully persuade her at crucial moments.

Sure enough, Mr. Holmes did not disappoint his son.

After sufficient communication, he finally persuaded his wife to accept the reality that Sherlock would spend less time with them in the next seven years.

The next thing was to prepare for school.

Originally, Sherlock planned to go and purchase all the necessary items for school on his own.

But this time, Mrs. Holmes refused to allow him to act alone.

In addition, shopping required financial support from the family, so this time the two men had no choice but to compromise.

The next day, the family of three drove off and soon arrived at Charing Cross.

This is a very prosperous area.

It is located in the City of Westminster, which is adjacent to Sherlock's home in the Chelsea district, and is the traditional center of London and the customary zero reference point for road and rail mileage in the UK.

The Sherlock family's destination this time was on this street.

According to McGonagall, they first needed to find the famous Leaky Cauldron—of course, the 'famous' McGonagall mentioned was limited to the magical world.

Before she mentioned it, neither Sherlock nor the Holmes couple had ever heard of such a place.

Originally, Sherlock didn't think this would be difficult, but he didn't expect them to encounter setbacks from the start.

"Tanan, are we mistaken?"

Mrs. Holmes looked at the bookstore on the left and then at the record store on the right.

Because it was located in the center of London, both stores were very popular.

But she looked left and right, up and down, and couldn't find a bar anywhere.

Mr. Holmes also frowned.

Seeing the passing pedestrians going into the bookstore and the record store, but none of them looked like they were going to a bar.

At this moment, the couple looked at their son in unison.

Unlike his parents, Sherlock could see very clearly.

There was indeed a bar here.

Its location was between the large bookstore and the record store on the other side—just as McGonagall had said.

But.

If McGonagall hadn't specifically pointed it out, even Sherlock's meticulous observation wouldn't have noticed it.

As for others, including Mr. and Mrs. Holmes, it goes without saying.

Judging from the hurried look of the passers-by, they couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron.

"Is this the influence of the magical world on the secular world, reducing its own existence so that ordinary people turn a blind eye?"

Sherlock understood in his heart.

Sure enough, once you come into contact with the magical world, interesting things come one after another.

He directly responded to his parents with action.

Watching his son walk straight towards the position between the two stores, the couple quickly followed.

When they got closer, they finally noticed the bar.

Old, small, and dirty, this was the first impression the Leaky Cauldron gave.

Walking inside the bar, it was still dimly lit and sparsely furnished.

There were a few tables in the shadows of the corner, where a group of people were drinking and talking loudly.

Everything looked no different from an ordinary bar.

But these people were all dressed in strange clothes, and the topics of their conversations were extremely absurd.

Mr. Holmes couldn't help but say to his wife after only hearing a few sentences:

"Valita, I bet you that ordinary people would get up and leave before even finishing their mead here."

Mrs. Holmes also nodded.

After all, "creating a meteor shower" sounded absurd no matter how you listened to it.

Sherlock's gaze swept over these people one by one, and each scene was subconsciously analyzed and organized by him.

[The smoking woman 5 meters to the northwest, under 50 years old, married, poor self-control, separated from her husband, came to the bar to look for young men]

[The man smiling foolishly 7 meters in front, in his early 20s, about to get married, came here to say goodbye to his single life, his friends don't support his actions]

[The dwarf next to the wine table in the back corner, around 35 years old, irritable, doesn't have enough money to pay for his drinks, currently trying to find a way to skip out on the bill]

[The average-looking strong man passing by… ]

Each person observed by Sherlock seemed to automatically send this information into his field of vision, and for Sherlock, this had become an instinct like eating and drinking.

[The man walking towards us, about 40 years old, has been observing everyone entering and leaving the bar—oh, he's the owner]

"Two Muggles, one little wizard, a classic combination—another summer blown by the wind is here."

The man stopped in front of the three and directly introduced himself: "I'm the bar owner Tom Cruise, you can call me Old Tom, welcome to the Leaky Cauldron!"

Tom Cruise?

Looking at his almost completely bald head, his wrinkled face like a shriveled walnut, and his eyes that were almost squinted into a line, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes twitched at the corners of their mouths, not knowing what to say for a moment.

They knew it wasn't polite, but they couldn't control themselves.

However, Sherlock was not affected, and he went straight up to greet him:

"Mr. Cruise, Professor McGonagall sent us."

After judging Tom's character through observation, Sherlock directly stated McGonagall's name.

"Of course, of course, a little wizard from a Muggle family, rare but not uncommon, come with me!"

While following Tom, Sherlock indirectly inquired about the people he had just observed.

As the bar owner, Tom naturally knew their situation.

The result was very gratifying to Sherlock—his deductions were all correct.

It seemed that even after coming to the magical world, the deductive method he had summarized from the scientific system had not lost its effect.

So…

When science and magic intersect—the story begins.