Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

The last Charms class before Halloween.

Following Sherlock and Harry, Hermione earned another point for Gryffindor.

The Ravenclaw students who were in class with Gryffindor applauded.

This was also a routine.

The relationship between Eagle and Lion was okay, and they didn't mind doing such things to flatter each other.

However, this time they were surprised to find that although Hermione had earned a point for Gryffindor, she did not receive the same treatment as Sherlock and Harry.

Everyone treated her coldly.

Obviously, no one bought into Hermione's ostentatious display of her excellence.

Even their own people were like this, so the Eagle院 students naturally enjoyed the leisure and stopped.

The scene was once very awkward.

Professor Flitwick didn't notice anything wrong and continued to correct the students.

Unfortunately, Ron still failed until the bell rang.

If it was just like this, it would be fine.

Ron felt that he had no talent in Charms, and he accepted it.

It wasn't a big deal.

But Hermione kept complaining:

"Why won't you listen to me?

If you were willing to do as I said, you would definitely be able to make the feather fly!

That way, Gryffindor could get another point, and we could close the gap with the other houses…"

"Shut up!"

Ron, who was already annoyed, couldn't bear it any longer and shouted loudly.

"You're always nagging, always talking about scores and school rules, did I come to Hogwarts to listen to you say this?"

Hermione seemed to be frightened by Ron's sudden change of face.

She didn't refute him directly as before, but just held the book in both hands and stared at Ron blankly.

Ron was probably holding it in too, and at this time his mouth-cannon skills were fully unleashed, comparable to Hermione before:

"No wonder everyone can't stand you!

Honestly, you're like a nightmare!

I didn't ask you to help! Never! And I don't care if I get points!

Granger, it's been so long, haven't you noticed yet?

You don't even have a single friend!"

With a snap, the book in Hermione's hand fell to the ground.

The next moment, tears welled up in her eyes, and she turned and ran without looking back, bumping into Harry along the way.

Ron was stunned.

He didn't expect Hermione's reaction to be so big.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a little regretful.

Harry, who was bumped away by Hermione, naturally wouldn't care about Hermione, he looked at Hermione's back as she rushed out of the crowd, and looked back at Ron:

"You seem to have gone a little too far."

"So what? I'm just telling the truth."

Ron was still stubborn.

But this time, even without Sherlock's analysis, Harry could see that the expression on his face was a little unnatural.

Obviously, his heart was not as calm as he said.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock bent down to pick up the book that Hermione had dropped on the ground, put it in his bag expressionlessly, and said at the same time:

"Ron is right."

Harry looked surprised: "Sherlock, even you…"

Sherlock said lightly: "That's just the fact."

"Okay…"

Harry sighed.

Thinking about it, it was right, with Sherlock's character, saying this sentence was also expected and reasonable.

He was just this kind of person.

Looking at Ron again, after getting Sherlock's support, he seemed to feel a lot more relieved.

Then……

"But I think you'd better apologize to her later."

Harry: Σ(｀д′*ノ)ノ

Ron: Σ(°△°|||)︴

What's the situation, are you jumping back and forth here?

"Why?!"

Ron couldn't help it, "You said I was telling the truth."

"I can feel that you are very nervous now."

Sherlock's eyes stared straight at Ron, under his sharp gaze, Ron turned his head away guiltily.

Harry: |(*′口`)

At this time, Harry had a strong feeling that Ron would definitely be persuaded by Sherlock in the next moment.

"If you have a clear conscience, of course you don't have to go to her, but you don't."

"Not everyone can be like you and treat others like air."

Ron muttered.

He now felt more and more that Sherlock didn't look like an eleven-year-old boy at all.

Not to mention his peers, even his prefect brother Percy might not be as mature as Sherlock.

Although Sherlock didn't say much, Ron was still persuaded as expected.

However, since running out, Hermione has not returned.

She did not reappear in Charms class, and was not seen all afternoon.

Ron wanted to ask others, but he couldn't save face - after all, there were quite a few people who saw him scolding Hermione away.

It wasn't until he went to the Halloween banquet that he accidentally heard the twin sisters Parvati Patil and Padma Patil telling her friends that Hermione was crying sadly in the girls' bathroom and refused to be comforted.

Ron was even more embarrassed when he heard this.

With things on his mind, even the colorful Halloween decorations in the hall were not appealing.

Even so, Ron didn't think things were too serious at this time.

Because the Halloween dinner was much richer than usual.

The delicious food was so fragrant that he immediately transformed into a food fighter.

He thought about filling his stomach first, and then bringing some food to Hermione later.

Putting himself in her shoes, Ron felt that even if Hermione was still angry, she would be fine as long as she had a good meal.

Then he began to eat heartily.

While eating, he threw Hermione to the back of his mind.

Until halfway through the meal, Professor Quirrell, who had been made a joke of, suddenly rushed into the hall.

His face was full of horror, and the much-criticized scarf was crookedly worn on his head.

Such an appearance naturally made everyone's attention focus on him.

He stumbled to Professor Dumbledore, probably because he was too nervous, he didn't care that all the teachers and students were watching him, and said stutteringly:

"T-troll! A troll has entered the dungeon! I thought you knew."

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell headlong onto the floor.

He actually fainted directly.

This made several professors who originally wanted to blame him for not speaking in the right place lose their target at once.

As for Quirrell's actions, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing the entire hall to be in chaos.

"Silence!"

Even Dumbledore could only use his wand to explode a few purple fireworks in this situation to control the scene.

At this time, he was calm and composed, completely without the crazy appearance at the opening ceremony.

"Prefects, please immediately lead the students of each house to the dormitory!"

His state also affected the students, and Percy was naturally familiar with it.

"I'm the prefect!

Upperclassmen, please give way, let the freshmen go first!

Please note, I am the prefect!"