Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

"A simple deduction."

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When asked by Harry, Sherlock explained as quickly as ever:

"There's no accumulated dust here, nor any other footprints. Those new scratches are obviously from moving heavy objects.

The original dust distribution around the mirror's placement has been disrupted, forming a clearer area that matches the mirror's outline, but other places still have an even layer of dust.

Choosing such an abandoned classroom, and this casually placed posture, is enough to show that this is just a temporary storage point, and it will soon be moved to another place."

Although he was mentally prepared, Harry couldn't help but admire Sherlock after hearing all of this.

"Sherlock, it's always like this. When you explain your reasoning, everything becomes so obvious.

But before you explain, I can't figure it out no matter what."

Sherlock laughed. "Thank you for your praise, my friend, but I'm afraid I have to remind you to pay attention to the time—if you plan to stay here."

To Sherlock's surprise, Harry shook his head. "Sherlock, shall we go?"

"Go? Not going to take a look?"

Sherlock looked at him with interest.

Harry shook his head. "It's too late, and—I always feel like something's not right."

He vaguely felt that the appearance of this mirror was a bit strange.

It was as if someone deliberately put it here, arranged for it to wait for Sherlock and him.

"Deduction is contagious, my dear friend."

Hearing Harry's words, Sherlock couldn't help but laugh, which made Harry worry that his laughter would attract Filch.

"See, you're starting to use it to study problems now too."

Harry just had a vague feeling, while Sherlock could be sure that this mirror was deliberately placed here for them to discover.

There were only a handful of people in the entire Hogwarts who had the motive and the ability to do this.

Sherlock almost instantly deduced who it was and what their purpose was in doing so.

"Unfortunately, neither you nor I can leave here."

"What did you say?"

"I'll bet you a Galleon that if we go out now, we're likely to run into Filch or someone else who will force us back into this room."

Sherlock's words made Harry and someone hiding in the dark clench their fists at the same time.

"If you don't believe me, you can try it now."

Harry hesitated for a long time, but in the end, curiosity prevailed.

It wasn't that he didn't believe Sherlock, but he just wanted to see what would happen.

Sherlock watched Harry, who was wearing the Invisibility Cloak, walk towards the door with a smile.

He also wanted to know what method the person behind the scenes would use to stop them.

Harry walked to the door and had just pushed it open a crack when Mrs. Norris's bright eyes appeared in his field of vision.

Harry: (A)! Three three three three "Meow——!

Harry stood motionless, he didn't know if the Invisibility Cloak worked on cats, so he could only stand still.

→_·)7-(）！！

Fortunately, Mrs. Norris didn't stay long.

Once it turned and left, Harry immediately closed the door and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"It seems I was wrong this time. I didn't expect it to be a cat."

Sherlock said self-deprecatingly and walked straight towards the mirror.

The previous encounter undoubtedly proved Sherlock's deduction. Harry didn't want to run to the door and try again, so seeing Sherlock go up, he followed.

Sherlock stood in front of the mirror and scanned the top, where a line of words was engraved.

[Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi]

(Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi)

It seemed like a meaningless sentence.

In less than three seconds, Sherlock had already understood the correct way to read this sentence.

A look of surprise first appeared on his face, which then turned into a faint mockery.

At this moment, he understood why this mirror was here today.

This old geezer!

Very good.

Since you want to pursue excitement, then carry it through to the end.

He took two steps forward, allowing himself to stand directly in front of the mirror.

His well-defined fingers pressed against his lower jaw, and his gray pupils contracted into pinpoints in the cold light of the mirror.

To Sherlock's surprise, what appeared in the mirror was not a maze piled up with Galleons, nor the streets of Elizabethan London.

It was a scene so precise that it was chilling.

Countless silver threads were interwoven into a net in the void, each thread strung with floating pocket watches, blood-stained daggers, and yellowed case files.

A piece of parchment covered in unknown symbols was slowly unfolding, and the ink on the paper formed a magical equation he had never seen before.

Hogwarts Castle collapsed into a floating dodecahedron, each facet twisted into the same Gothic letters:

[TheFinalProblem]

After looking at it quietly for a few seconds, Sherlock sneered at the scene displayed in the mirror:

"A boring emotional projection trick. You should show me the only option among all possibilities that is not valid—such as the moment I stop thinking."

At this time, Harry also came to the mirror and asked with a puzzled look after hearing Sherlock's words:

"Sherlock, what are you talking about?"

Sherlock pointed to the line of words at the top of the mirror.

Harry looked at it once, then again, and then again.

Then he had one thought:

What, what, what is this written?

Before Harry could ask, Sherlock had already said the answer:

"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi—a very simple puzzle, just read it backwards and re-punctuate it:

I show not your face but your heart's desire.

Harry didn't follow Sherlock's train of thought and asked confusedly, "What does that mean?"

"I show not your face, but the desire revealed in your heart."

Sherlock said lightly, "This mirror can reflect the most urgent and intense desire in everyone's heart."

"So magical? Sherlock, what did you see?"

Harry couldn't help but ask curiously.

Sherlock didn't answer, but stood aside.

"Sherlock?"

Harry looked at Sherlock in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

"Haven't you always wanted to see your parents?"

Sherlock said, pointing to the spot where he had just stood, signaling Harry to step forward.

Harry trembled all over.

My mom and dad!

His gaze turned to the mirror and walked forward slowly.

As the distance between him and the mirror continued to decrease, Harry's mood became more and more nervous, until he saw a large group of people reflected in the mirror, he almost screamed.

Fortunately, after following Sherlock for half a semester, he had improved his ability to remain calm in the face of danger, so he didn't scream.

He looked back once, then again.

After confirming that there was no one behind him, he stared straight at the mirror, and a fascinated smile gradually appeared on his face.

Sherlock saw Harry's abnormal behavior and couldn't help but frown.

At this moment, Harry pressed his hands tightly on the frame of the mirror, and his whole body was almost touching the mirror.

"Mom?"

Harry whispered, "Dad?"

At this moment, a hand pressed on his shoulder, forcibly turning his body around.

Forcibly turned around by Sherlock and his gaze moved away from the mirror, Harry became anxious.

"What are you doing—ouch!"

Sherlock's strong and powerful hands pressed on Harry, and the latter struggled desperately, but could only feel a burst of pain.

"My dear Harry, you need to calm down—I think you saw your parents in the mirror?"

"Not just my parents, but also my grandparents—many, many people!

Do you know, Sherlock, they each have the same green eyes as me, the same nose, and my grandfather even has the same uneven knees as me——.."

Harry said incoherently.

"It seems that your desire for family is stronger than I imagined."

Sherlock said thoughtfully.

"Sherlock—"

Harry's gaze was still fixed on the mirror, and after realizing that he couldn't get rid of Sherlock, he could only look at him pleadingly.

Sherlock frowned and finally released his hands that were holding him.

Let him feast his eyes for now.

After gaining freedom, Harry rushed to the mirror.

This time, he sat down on the ground.

Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandma.————·and many relatives whose names he didn't know.

At least a dozen people were standing behind him in the mirror, waving at him with smiles on their faces.

At this moment, Harry just wanted to stay here all night, with his family, and nothing could stop him.

Not even Sherlock!

Sherlock didn't know that he had become the biggest obstacle in Harry's heart.

He watched with interest as Harry stared at the mirror ravenously, wishing he could jump in and stay with his relatives.

He was waiting.

Waiting for that person to appear.

That person didn't make him wait too long.

"So——"

Just as Harry was about to enter a state of self-forgetfulness, a peaceful voice came from behind.

Harry instantly felt his internal organs frozen into ice.

He turned his head stiffly and saw Dumbledore's figure appearing at the door.

Sherlock was not surprised at all. He greeted Dumbledore calmly: "Professor."

"I must say, Sherlock, when I was your age, I didn't have such keen observation skills as you do."

Dumbledore said with a smile, "As you said, this mirror can indeed allow people to see the most urgent desire in their hearts. It's called the Mirror of Erised."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the smile on Dumbledore's face.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

Dumbledore continued to look at Sherlock with a smile: "So, can you tell me now, what is the desire in your heart?"

Sherlock had already deduced that Dumbledore had placed the mirror here. Hearing him ask, he immediately gave a reply without thinking.

"An overly artistic clockwork GG. I suggest Mr. Filch strengthen the castle's pest control work."

Dumbledore: (°－°”)

Not only Dumbledore, but Harry also looked at Sherlock in surprise.

What was he talking about?

Without giving the two time to react, Sherlock continued:

"Reality and fantasy are sometimes difficult to distinguish, and it is even more difficult in a world with magic.

-So I don't think putting this mirror here is a good idea."

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

He originally intended to say this to Harry, but Sherlock had already taken the lead.

Seeing that Sherlock seemed to have something else to say, he immediately coughed and looked at Harry.

"Harry."

"Headmaster."

Called by Dumbledore, Harry became nervous all of a sudden.

"I would prefer you to call me sir or professor."

"Okay, sir."

"Your friend is right. This mirror can neither teach us knowledge nor tell us the truth.

People waste their time in front of it, obsessed with what they see, and even driven crazy.

Because they don't know if everything in the mirror is real or if it can be realized."

Harry lowered his head and said nothing.

He recalled Sherlock holding him back from continuing to look at the mirror just now.

"It is useless to indulge in illusory dreams and forget about real life."

Harry glanced at Sherlock again.

Sherlock stared at Dumbledore: "I think this mirror will be taken away soon, right?"

"Surprisingly keen, as you deduced, Sherlock. I will have someone move it elsewhere later, and I hope you don't go looking for it again."

Although he said "you", Dumbledore was looking at Harry.

Obviously, in his opinion, Harry was the only one fascinated by the Mirror of Erised.

"I will advise Harry", Sherlock threw out another question, "Sir, what did you see in the mirror?"

Harry also looked at Dumbledore curiously.

Dumbledore squinted his eyes: "Me? I saw myself in the mirror, holding a pair of thick white wool socks."

Sherlock: (_cloud)

Harry: (○) !?

Dumbledore ignored the gazes of the two people, "Well, why not put on that wonderfully wonderful Invisibility Cloak and go back to sleep?"

Harry nodded, and Sherlock said slowly: "It's not necessary to have an Invisibility Cloak to be invisible, right?"

Dumbledore didn't speak, but just gave them a kind smile.

On the way back, Sherlock still didn't wear the Invisibility Cloak.

Under his leadership, Harry's speed was much faster than when he came.

When the two arrived at the Gryffindor common room, Harry breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness, I thought the professor would deduct points from us."

"He wouldn't," Sherlock said with certainty.

Harry asked curiously, "How do you know?"

"Because he isn't Professor Snape."

Sherlock said, his voice suddenly turning serious, "My friend, your performance tonight was not good."

Harry felt somewhat ashamed.

Tonight, after seeing the Mirror of Erised, he had thrown everything to the back of his mind.

Now, looking back, he felt as if he had been bewitched at that time.

He even had an abnormal feeling of "as long as I'm with my family, everything is fine."

Who cares about Quirrell, the Philosopher's Stone, or Voldemort—

Even if Quirrell really took the Philosopher's Stone, so what?

He even overlooked an important thing.

Voldemort... is the enemy who killed his parents.