Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

The Quidditch pitch's lawn bordered the Forbidden Forest.

Since going with Harry to Hagrid's hut and seeing his collection, Sherlock had been filled with interest in the Forbidden Forest.

Of course, he was also interested in other parts of Hogwarts.

Like the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor.

At the start of the term, Dumbledore had specifically said that if anyone wanted to encounter accidents and a painful death, they should go there.

Therefore, it and the Forbidden Forest were both areas that Sherlock felt he had to explore.

Especially today, with the wind being somewhat boisterous, the dark trees swayed in the wind, exuding endless attraction in Sherlock's eyes.

So, the minor disputes between the little lions and snakes were really of no interest to him.

Just as the eye contact between the two sides was becoming more and more intense, the person responsible for teaching them to fly arrived late.

Madam Rolanda Hooch, the flying instructor, had short, gray, ear-length hair and yellow eyes like a hawk.

Sherlock only glanced at her and could already tell what kind of person she was—efficient, a woman of her word, and equally strict with herself and others.

Sure enough, Madam Hooch didn't even have an opening speech when she met them, and immediately started teaching.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?

Everyone stand next to a broomstick!

Quick, quick, hurry up!"

Urged by Madam Hooch, all the young wizards quickly took their positions.

At this time, she directly began to impart flying skills.

Obviously, this teacher intended to let them master the theory on their own through practice.

Sherlock was happy to accept this kind of teaching method, it was exactly what he liked.

However, the result was not ideal.

Sherlock looked around and found that even for a simple introductory operation, only a few people from the two houses could complete it.

Among them were Harry and Malfoy.

The action seemed simple: extend your right hand and stand on the right side of the broom, shouting, "Up!".

However…

Neville's broom didn't move at all.

Ron's did move, but a little too violently, directly hitting him in the nose.

These were two extremes.

Most people's brooms rolled on the ground, or shook a couple of times.

Looking like they were both welcoming and rejecting.

This included Sherlock and Hermione.

When Sherlock looked towards Hermione, Hermione also looked back at him.

Sherlock didn't care, but Hermione felt a little embarrassed.

After a month of school, Hermione had successfully established her position as a top student among the first years.

Originally, Sherlock was a strong competitor.

However, since he brought up the common knowledge of the Earth revolving around the sun in Astronomy class, and the matter of skipping Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons, in Hermione's view, Sherlock was equivalent to voluntarily giving up.

She never expected that she would encounter setbacks in flying class.

And be seen by Sherlock.

Fortunately, Sherlock quickly shifted his gaze.

At this time, Hermione also noticed the broom tightly held in Harry's hand.

This inevitably made her a little disappointed.

Disappointed as she was, considering that the other party was, after all, the savior of the magical world, the person who defeated Voldemort as a baby, it was acceptable for him to be able to do this.

On the other hand, when she discovered that Sherlock's broom was just shaking slightly like hers, she couldn't help but show a gratified smile.

It seems that academic elites like us are not good at sports…

However, the next moment, she was stunned.

Because as Sherlock spoke again, the broom steadily landed in his hand.

"Up!"

Hermione refused to accept it and spoke again.

This time, the broom simply didn't move, not giving her any face.

"Up!"

Hermione increased the volume, as if she wanted to make the broom afraid.

Unfortunately, it was useless, the broom wasn't afraid.

Hermione: (＃￣～￣＃)

There were quite a few people like Hermione.

Whether they raised the decibels or changed their posture, the brooms refused to cooperate.

Madam Hooch, with many years of teaching experience, was used to this situation.

At this time, her rich teaching experience came in handy.

She stepped forward to demonstrate one by one, and with her personal instruction, after half an hour, all the young wizards finally mastered the trick of making the broom listen.

Next, Hooch began to demonstrate how to get on the broom, how to prevent slipping off the broom, and the correct gripping method.

At this time, Hermione performed very well and received encouragement from Hooch.

In contrast, Malfoy, who claimed to be very good, was constantly criticized for doing it wrong, and Harry and Ron showed their happiness on their faces.

"He said he was so good," Ron said disdainfully, "I knew he was bragging."

Harry nodded repeatedly.

Sherlock shook his head: "No, he should indeed fly well."

"Huh?"

"Why?"

Ron expressed his doubts, while Harry skipped this step and directly began to ask for the reason.

After knowing Sherlock for a month, he had a strong feeling that as long as Sherlock started reasoning, he would be persuaded.

"It's very simple, some people who already know how to drive may not do as well as people who have never been exposed to cars when they take a driving test."

Sherlock looked at Malfoy, who looked unconvinced, and explained to the two in a calm tone:

"Years of experience have already formed a set of their own operating habits—although not necessarily the standard answer, but the most suitable for them.

Such people may not do as well as a blank slate novice when participating in a qualifying exam.

As far as I know, even some professional drivers may have to retake the test repeatedly because they cannot pass the basic subject tests."

Harry, Ron: (*゜ー゜*)

Although they didn't understand what he was saying, they felt like it was very impressive.

Finally, the foreplay was over, and it was time to take off.

"Alright, when I blow my whistle, you kick off the ground with both legs—remember, kick hard."

Hooch's eyes swept across the field, and she said word by word: "Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly, and land vertically."

For the first test flight, the height naturally had to be within a controllable range.

At this moment, everyone was nervous.

Some students were even exerting too much force, their knuckles gripping the broom turning slightly white.

Sherlock sighed, this was just a waste of effort.

If they were going to the battlefield, a detail could very well have determined the victory or defeat.

Just then, he glanced and his heart stirred.

He moved a few steps to the right rear, and inconspicuously protected a classmate in front of him.

Because everyone's attention was on their own broom, no one noticed his actions.

"Listen to my whistle! Three—two—"

However, before Hooch could finish counting, an accident occurred.