Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Number 4 Privet Drive, fully known as Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

This is a quiet place that seems unrelated to magic, and it's also where Harry has lived since he was a child.

The Sherlock family lives in the Kensington and Chelsea district, located within London.

Surrey is located in the southeast of England and is adjacent to Greater London.

The distance between the two is only about 20 miles, which is not far.

“Okay, okay… but what are we going there for?”

Out of his consistent trust in Sherlock, Harry agreed when Sherlock suggested going to Privet Drive.

Then he voiced his question.

You should know that the Dursley family doesn't welcome him.

“There are some things that need to be confirmed with your aunt.”

Sherlock said, then changed the subject, “Harry, have you thought about what gifts to give the professors?”

“No.”

Harry answered honestly.

He really hadn't thought about this question at all.

So, the question arises.

Does this have anything to do with going to Privet Drive?

This question was finally answered when he came to Number 4 Privet Drive with Sherlock.

The next morning, Mrs. Holmes drove Sherlock and Harry north, out of London.

Although Christmas had not yet arrived, the towns they passed along the way already had a festive atmosphere.

Arriving at Privet Drive, it was no different from when Harry had left before.

At Sherlock's prompting, Harry reluctantly knocked on the door.

Soon, a thin blonde woman appeared in his sight.

When she saw Harry's appearance clearly, her horse face turned pale in an instant.

“What are you doing here?”

In an instant, Harry had the urge to turn around and leave.

Fortunately, a hand pressed on his shoulder.

It was Sherlock.

He gently shook his head at Harry, then turned to look at his mother.

“Hello, Mrs. Dursley.”

At the same time, Mrs. Holmes stepped forward and gave Aunt Petunia an elegant smile, “It's a pleasure to meet you.”

“Who are you?”

Mrs. Dursley looked at this suddenly appearing adult woman with a wary expression.

Although on the surface, this is a gentle and intellectual person, since she can appear with Harry at the same time, I'm afraid she is not a normal person.

“I am Valita Holmes, my child Sherlock and Harry are classmates at Hogwarts, I apologize for the sudden visit.”

Sure enough!

Even though Mrs. Holmes was impeccable in terms of etiquette, as soon as she heard that her child was attending a magic school like Harry, a look of disgust immediately appeared on Mrs. Dursley's face.

She was about to speak when she heard her husband's voice from inside the house: “What's the matter, dear?”

“Shampoo sales, they'll be gone soon!”

Turning her head and shouting, Mrs. Dursley immediately turned back and said to Mrs. Holmes in a low voice:

“You are not welcome here, you better leave before my husband gets angry.”

Looking at Aunt Petunia, who was a little exasperated, Harry couldn't have been happier.

Mrs. Holmes still maintained her elegant smile: “Mrs. Dursley, Harry often mentions you at school, saying that you take great care of him.”

Petunia: (￣_，￣)

You're kidding me!

Although she and her husband had indeed raised this nephew for ten years, it couldn't be described as “taking great care” of him.

Of course, in Aunt Petunia's opinion, their family has been able to do what they have done to this extent, which is already benevolent.

She was planning to drive this family and Harry away again, but Sherlock suddenly interjected:

“Madam, you don't want your husband to lose his job, do you?”

Petunia: Σ(｀д′*ノ)ノ

Before she could speak, she heard Sherlock continue:

“I think Mr. Dursley is probably going to invite two guests to his house for dinner today, right?”

Mrs. Dursley's light-colored eyes suddenly shrank.

“If I'm not mistaken, this should be the biggest deal Mr. Dursley has made in recent years, right?”

Mrs. Dursley's pale face was deathly white.

“It can be seen that you have made a lot of preparations for this, but once they know…”

Sherlock said as he took out his wand from his arms.

He originally wanted to rely on the power of language and action to threaten.

But he didn't expect that such a simple action would have an incredible impact on Mrs. Dursley.

She first let out a scream, then quickly covered her mouth.

At the same time, a red-faced fat man rushed out of the room.

When he saw this scene, the veins on his temples were exposed, and his red face turned into a purple potato.

Seeing this situation, Sherlock immediately realized that the influence of magic on this family was far greater than he had imagined.

So he changed his strategy accordingly.

“So, aren't you going to invite us in to sit down?”

Sherlock gently stroked the wand in his hand, and said so.

Mrs. Holmes, who was watching this scene, shook her head gently.

She had tried her best, but unfortunately her son's method was more useful.

Five minutes later, Mrs. Holmes, Sherlock, and Harry, who looked incredible, were sitting in the Dursley's living room.

For Harry, this was the first time he had been treated as a guest by the Dursley family.

This feeling was very novel.

Uncle Vernon said with a dark face: “Speak, what do you want?”

Sherlock's gaze swept over the Dursley family of three.

Although he had heard Harry talk about his uncle, aunt, and cousin more than once, and had a relatively clear understanding of the three through his description.

But after actually meeting them and observing them in person, he obviously got more information.

It can be said that although Harry is the Dursley couple's nephew, he doesn't look like this family at all.

Vernon is a red-faced fat man, tall and burly, with almost no neck, and a very thick beard.

Petunia is a thin blonde woman, the opposite of her husband, with a neck almost twice as long as a normal person, a large frame, and a horse face.

Their son Dudley inherited his mother's blonde hair and his father's fat body, with fair skin and his facial features almost piled together.

As for Harry, there is no need to say more, his thin body and a pair of green eyes are the most obvious characteristics.

“There is no need for you two to be so nervous.”

Mrs. Holmes still maintained her smile, she looked at her son, Sherlock nodded, and turned to Harry's Aunt Petunia:

“I just want to know some things, some things about Harry's mother, as far as I can see, Mrs. Dursley should know something about this…”

“Impossible, absolutely impossible!”

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, Mrs. Dursley immediately interrupted him with a scream.

Harry spread his hands helplessly.

He had known that this would be the result.

After all, after learning about the magical world from Hagrid, Harry had asked Aunt Petunia about this more than once.

But she refused to say anything.

But today…

Harry looked at Sherlock with expectant eyes.

Maybe his friend can do it?

After all… he is Sherlock Holmes!