Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Ever since receiving that mysterious phone call, Harry had become worried.

Although he didn't know who the other party was, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

Even without Sherlock's wisdom, the fact that the person could easily deduce his identity and claim to be Sherlock's nemesis meant he couldn't be a good person.

More importantly, even though he had made his position clear, the other party didn't care.

He even said he would change the target to Ron.

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Harry was very worried about this.

Unfortunately, by the time the other party hung up, neither Sherlock nor Ron, who had gone to look for him, had returned. Harry waited for over an hour before the two finally arrived late.

Looking at the composed Sherlock and the panting Ron, Harry was initially puzzled.

Weren't you going to find someone? How did you end up like this?

He looked at Sherlock, then at Ron: "You—"

"Dude, I, I'm convinced this time!"

Ron said intermittently, "To, to actually be able to exercise with this guy every morning!"

Sherlock glanced at Ron: "It was just a short jog."

"Jog? You call that a jog!"

Ron seemed to want to retort, but he coughed twice when he spoke anxiously, and his face turned red.

"Ne, never mind, say, say what you want, I'm going to re, rest!"

After saying this, Ron ignored the two of them, dragged his heavy steps to his bedroom, and fell straight onto the bed.

If it were normal times, Harry would definitely follow up to show concern.

But today's situation was special.

Coincidentally, he didn't want Ron to hear what he was about to say, so he pulled Sherlock aside and said to him in a low voice:

"Why are you so late? Didn't Ron tell you?"

"Yeah, he said Hermione called again, asking me to come back quickly.

I didn't think it was a big deal, so I took him for a couple of laps."

Harry: = (ow ＇)

Suppressing the urge to curse, Harry took a deep breath:

"It wasn't Hermione! Just now, someone claiming to be your enemy called, he—"

"Oh, which one?"

Harry was stunned. What, do you have many enemies?

"He claims to be your nemesis—"

"Oh—."

"Did he pay you to monitor me?" Sherlock asked calmly.

Harry was extremely surprised. He could guess that?

"Yes."

"Did you agree to it?"

"No."

"What a pity, you should have agreed, and then we could split the money."

Harry: (T)"

After a series of questions and answers, Harry found that he couldn't keep up with Sherlock's train of thought.

He had to interrupt the conversation and ask:

"Wait a minute… Who exactly is he?"

"Someone who never tires of trying to trick me, someone who always tries to teach me how to do things, and also the most dangerous person you know."

Hearing Sherlock say this, Harry was horrified. "More dangerous than Voldemort?"

"In some ways, yes."

Harry: w (°°) w

This is too terrible!

Hearing this answer, Harry didn't hesitate and explained the entire phone call in detail.

He emphasized the possibility that the other party might go after Ron.

But to Harry's dismay, even though he spoke very seriously, Sherlock didn't seem to care, looking nonchalant.

"Please tell Ron that if the other party finds him, he must consider it carefully. I can split the money with him too."

Harry: = (ow ＇)

"Sherlock, you—"

However, before Harry could get angry, Sherlock interrupted him:

"Let's not talk about this, let's talk about the arrangements after returning to school this time."

"What?"

Sherlock ignored Harry's surprised gaze and quickly said what he wanted to do after returning to school.

First, explore the castle, second, break into the Forbidden Forest, and third, force Quirrell.

The arrangements were clear.

On the one hand, it was to train Harry's abilities, but more importantly, it was to make Harry understand his situation.

According to Dumbledore's original intention, the savior should face the Dark Lord directly.

However, Sherlock scolded him mercilessly.

In Sherlock's view, even if there was a reason to make Harry face Voldemort, he should tell Harry the truth and let him make his own choice.

Instead of being dishonorable and deceiving an 11-year-old wizard.

Some people have been in high positions for too long and only hear support and praise.

When there are fewer and fewer voices daring to question, it is inevitable that people will become addicted to it.

If it weren't for Sherlock, with Dumbledore's sophistication and Harry's personality, the two would definitely hit it off and go both ways.

Is this good?

This is not good!

Fortunately, Dumbledore is essentially a positive character.

So he was not ashamed and angry because Sherlock raised the question, and then solved the person who raised the question.

After careful consideration, he finally agreed with Sherlock's point of view.

Of course, this was also because Sherlock carefully analyzed Dumbledore's behavior and deduced his reaction before speaking out.

Otherwise, he would definitely change to other methods.

After Sherlock told Harry all of this, the latter was silent for a long time.

"Sherlock, do you mean that Dumbledore wants me to face Voldemort directly?"

"He believes in that prophecy very much."

Speaking of this, Sherlock also frowned.

"Obviously, he didn't tell me everything and is still hiding something."

"He won't hurt me, will he?"

"There is no doubt about that."

"Then… just tell me what to do."

Sherlock smiled.

"Harry, you do have a talent for listening and executing. With your help, many things become easier.

But let's talk about the specifics after we return to school."

It wasn't until Harry returned to his room that he suddenly woke up.

Wait, wasn't I going to ask about the identity of that mysterious person?

Why did the topic end up on me again?

This made Harry very depressed.

Because he realized at this time that he had been tricked by Sherlock again without realizing it.

But he also knew that if Sherlock didn't want to tell him, there was nothing he could do even if he tried everything.

But then again, if he didn't figure this out, he wouldn't be able to sleep for the next few nights.

The next day, after careful consideration, Harry told Ron and Hermione about this.

"What, that mysterious person asked you and Ron to monitor Sherlock? In that case, why didn't he call me?"

Harry: (~)

"Hermione, now is not the time to discuss this—"

"Why not! According to you, since he has targeted you and Ron, he should naturally think of me—I was the first to know Sherlock!"

Harry: (Cloud Blood Cloud)

"But his purpose is to monitor, and Ron and I live in the same dormitory as Sherlock."

After a brief silence, Hermione asked again as if nothing had happened, "What did Sherlock say?"

"…He wouldn't tell me, he only said that Ron and I could agree to the other party's request, and then split the money with him."

"How can he do this! He's just too irresponsible! No way—I'm coming over!"

"Huh? Haven't you been here a few days ago?"

Ron, who had been guarding the phone because of the false alarm yesterday, suddenly said this.

As soon as he said this, Harry immediately secretly said that it was going to be bad.

Sure enough, the next moment, Hermione's sharp voice almost pierced their eardrums:

"Ro · nald! What do you mean by that! ?"

Hermione bombarded Harry and Ron with high decibels for a quarter of an hour before angrily hanging up the phone.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, their expressions a little dazed.

"You shouldn't have told her—"

"I didn't know her reaction would be so big—

"Harry spread his hands, "But it's good that she can come, she's smarter than us, maybe she really has a way to get the truth from Sherlock."

"I said, aren't you too nervous?"

Ron said a little puzzled, "Since Sherlock doesn't care, it means this matter is not a big deal at all."

"But he also said that is the most dangerous person I know, more dangerous than Voldemort!"

"Hey, hey, don't mention that name again—"

"I just want to say it, Voldemort Voldemort Voldemort!"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, you are my brother, you are my own brother, okay?"

Ron rolled his eyes helplessly.

He suddenly realized that Harry was no different from Hermione.

Their concern for Sherlock was a little too much.

They don't even think about it, what kind of person is Sherlock?

That is a person who can tell you clearly what you have done in a day with just one glance.

Such a person doesn't need your concern, okay?

Ron felt that Sherlock was right, if that person was really willing to pay, then agree!

Then get the reward and split it with Sherlock.

It's okay to earn money from fools!

Of course, looking at the current situation, this cannot be said.

However, neither Ron, who put his heart in his stomach, nor Harry and Hermione, who were overly nervous about this, did not expect that this matter would have unexpected twists and turns in the future.

Just three days after that mysterious phone call, Hermione will come in the near future—mainly Mr. Granger felt that her frequency of going to the Holmes family was too high and needed to be suppressed.

This morning, Harry followed Sherlock home after finishing his usual morning exercise, and suddenly found a stranger standing at the door.

That was a man who would leave a deep impression at first glance.

Tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with distinct facial features, the whole person is radiant.

He was holding a black umbrella in his right hand, casually resting it on his side.

His appearance looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, but that mature temperament gave people the feeling of being twenty-seven or eight years old.

Seeing Sherlock and Harry, the man showed a smile:

"The great detective and his good friend are back?

It seems that your boxing practice today went smoothly, Mr. Potter only fell once."

Harry, who was still curious, felt his hair stand on end as soon as he heard the man speak.

Because this was exactly the voice that had haunted him for the past three days!

"Sherlock, it's him! The person I mentioned to you!"