Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Hearing the Weasley twins' half-joking urging, Harry turned back and shouted, "Just a moment, almost ready!"

Sherlock heard something in Harry's voice and said to him with a smile:

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"My dear friend, I can sense that you're nervous right now, try to relax a little!"

Noticing that Harry still didn't relax, he patted Harry on the shoulder again.

"Believe in yourself, you naturally have a talent for this.

Remember to be energetic on the field, don't lose points.

Also, once you get out of trouble, end the game as soon as possible."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he greeted the others and left the locker room.

What needed to be said had been said, the rest was up to Harry himself.

When Harry returned to the Gryffindor team, Fred Weasley asked curiously, "What exactly did he say to you?"

Only Sherlock, if it were anyone else, wouldn't be allowed into the locker room before the game.

Therefore, everyone was very curious about Sherlock's special visit to Harry.

"Sherlock came specifically to encourage me," Harry said, puffing out his chest, "He reminded me to be energetic in the game and not to lose points."

Harry naturally knew that he couldn't tell others about Quirrell's matter.

"Good job!"

Wood loudly affirmed Sherlock's words, "Holmes is right, we all need to be energetic and be careful not to lose points."

After saying this, he didn't forget to remind Harry: "Potter, you need to work harder and get your friend on the team soon."

Harry was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I'll try my best."

At this time, Wood cleared his throat and turned to the others: "Lads."

"And lasses."

Chaser Angelina Johnson spoke, aggressively asserting her presence, indicating that there was more than just lads here.

"Yes, and lasses," Wood agreed, "The time has come."

Weasley: "This important moment."

George: "The moment we've all been waiting for."

"We've memorized Oliver's speech," Fred said to Harry, "We were on the team last year."

"You two shut up!"

Wood said angrily, he made a gesture to hit them, but the two, having learned their lesson, nimbly dodged to the side.

With the Weasley twins interjecting and joking, the originally tense atmosphere dissipated a lot.

But when Harry followed the others out of the locker room and walked towards the cheering stadium, he suddenly felt his knees weaken again.

Even when Madam Hooch, who was serving as the referee, announced the game rules to both teams, it was still the same.

Until...

A high-flying banner came into view.

The words "Potter for the Win" shone above the crowd.

When he saw it, Harry immediately knew that his friends were there.

In an instant, he shuddered, and suddenly felt full of courage.

His back didn't ache, his legs weren't weak, and he had energy to walk.

Hey, it's that magical!

As Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle hard, Harry mounted his Nimbus 2000.

"Be energetic, don't lose points!"

Using Sherlock's words to cheer himself up, Harry and the others took off and soared high into the sky.

The game officially began.

At this time, Sherlock had already returned to the stands.

"What did you say to Harry?"

The game had just begun, and the Golden Snitch, which was key to determining the outcome, had not yet appeared, so both Seekers seemed idle for the time being.

Hermione seized the time to ask Sherlock.

"Reminded him to pay attention to unexpected events that might occur during the game," Sherlock said, taking out his binoculars and starting to look out at the crowd.

"What did you say?"

Sherlock said it casually, but Hermione and Ron were startled, and the two immediately leaned over.

"Is Harry in danger?"

"Nothing serious... Ha, found it!"

Sherlock put down his binoculars and looked at the two little friends.

Obviously, hearing that someone wanted to harm Harry, both of them looked worried, and Ron even felt that the chicken leg in his hand was no longer fragrant.

"Are you willing to help?"

"Of course!"

"Definitely!"

"Look over there."

Hermione took the binoculars and looked in the direction Sherlock pointed.

"Professor Snape?"

"A little more to the right."

"To the right... Do you mean Professor Quirrell?"

"Yes, what you need to do is very simple."

Sherlock looked at Hermione and said in a very fast voice, "Stay nearby to observe in advance, and once I give the signal, find a way to disrupt Quirrell's spellcasting—be careful, try not to let him notice your intention."

Hermione and Ron gasped when they heard this.

"Sherlock, do you mean... Quirrell will harm Harry during the game?"

"If my guess is correct—this game is a rare opportunity for him."

"Oh my god!"

Ron's face was pale, and Hermione reached out to cover her mouth in surprise.

She looked at Quirrell, then at Harry, and finally nodded heavily, "I'll go right away!"

When Hermione left, Ron quickly pointed at himself and asked, "What about me, what about me?"

"You keep an eye on Professor Snape."

Ron was stunned, unable to react for a moment, "Didn't you say Snape was a good guy?"

"A despicable but kind good guy."

Sherlock corrected Ron's statement, then said: "I need to verify a guess, no need to go over there, just pay attention to his movements here."

"No problem!"

Ron nodded heavily in agreement.

He just liked it like this, with Sherlock using his brain and him taking action.

Soon, Hagrid also arrived at the stadium.

His size was too big, even though Hermione had left, Ron still squeezed with Neville to make room for him.

"I was in the hut just now, but how should I put it?

Watching the game is different from being in the crowd... Oh, where's that Muggle little girl?"

"I asked her to do something."

Hearing Sherlock's explanation, Hagrid didn't ask any more questions and focused his attention on the game.

At this time, the game situation had changed.

Gryffindor Chaser Angelina Johnson grabbed the Quaffle at the start, and after being intercepted and re-intercepted, she scored first, taking the lead.

A burst of cheers erupted from the stands.

Slytherin immediately showed their strong strength, quickly retaliating, and the score was tied at ten to ten.

At this moment, a passionate voice suddenly sounded: "Wait a minute—is that the Snitch?"

The commentator for this game is Lee Jordan, a friend of the Weasley twins.

He was also the person Sherlock observed at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters while waiting for Harry.

At that time, Sherlock's judgment of him was [Senior, expressive, outgoing, strong expressive ability, usually serves as a host]

Lee Jordan's commentary is very fast and rhythmic, like rapping.

Under his reminder, everyone noticed the golden light.

A small ball flapped its wings and darted through the air.

It is the Golden Snitch!