Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

"A large creature is rapidly approaching. If I'm not mistaken, it should be Hagrid."

Sherlock sheathed his sword and stowed his Rock Cake Shield, turning to Harry and saying, "Dear Harry, if possible, I would appreciate it if you could remain invisible."

Harry nodded. For various reasons, he didn't want Hagrid to know that he was also in the Forbidden Forest tonight.

"Sherlock, Sherlock, heavens! What on earth happened here?"

By the time Hagrid arrived, looking at the battlefield before him and the nearly lifeless unicorn, he was almost too shocked to speak, only able to tug at his beard.

"Hey, hold on. First, see if it can be saved."

Sherlock pointed to the unicorn with its legs broken.

"Oh, Merlin's beard! Who, who could have hurt it like this? Wait!"

As he said this, he suddenly saw the bite marks on the unicorn's wound.

"Someone's been drinking its blood!"

Hagrid's eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"Hagrid, I think you should know what this means. Even on the verge of death, a unicorn's blood can prolong life, but only if it's willingly given. But if someone forcibly takes the blood to save their own life, from the moment the blood touches their lips, they will have a half-life, a cursed life."

Sherlock said slowly, seemingly stating facts, but actually explaining to Harry, who was standing nearby in his Invisibility Cloak.

This time, Harry understood completely.

The one he had just faced was none other than the murderer who killed his parents, the Dark Lord who made the entire wizarding world tremble—Voldemort!

But... he didn't seem that strong!

Harry understood, but Hagrid did not.

Sherlock didn't expect him to understand.

In any case, his main task was to examine the severely injured unicorn.

Fortunately, although the unicorn was badly hurt, it could still be saved because Sherlock had intervened in time.

With that, the unicorn attack in the Forbidden Forest could be considered investigated and concluded.

Hagrid thought Sherlock was very lucky to have figured everything out on just the first night.

Sherlock knew that it was because the other party couldn't wait any longer.

His frantic actions just now further confirmed this.

Next was to tell Dumbledore everything and let him solve the problem.

As a leader, that's what he's supposed to do.

In any case, after what happened today, the other party would definitely not come to the Forbidden Forest again.

On the way back, Hagrid also found Fang, who had run off, and...

...a centaur.

However, this time the centaur they encountered was neither Ronan nor Bane.

From his appearance, this centaur looked younger and more handsome.

His hair was platinum blonde, with the body of a silver-maned horse and a pair of light blue eyes, resembling a prince charming from a fairy tale.

"Firenze, it's good to see you!"

Clearly, the other party was also an acquaintance of Hagrid's.

"Hagrid, hello—what's that? A unicorn! Is it alright?"

When he saw Hagrid carrying a unicorn with broken legs, the centaur named Firenze panicked.

"Is it the one lurking in our forest, isn't it?"

"Calm down, Firenze," Hagrid patted the unicorn he was carrying. "Fortunately, Sherlock arrived in time. It didn't lose its life, and the poacher was driven away."

"Thank goodness!"

Firenze breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving this answer.

He then turned his gaze to Sherlock. "Thank you for saving this poor unicorn."

Firenze's attitude towards Sherlock was much warmer, forming a stark contrast to the perfunctory attitudes of Ronan and Bane.

"You're Sherlock Holmes? I've heard of you. You're a remarkable child."

Hagrid slapped Sherlock on the shoulder upon hearing this. "Hahaha, I didn't expect you to be so famous among the centaurs. Before this, I thought only Harry could do that."

Just then, more hoofbeats came from the other side of the clearing.

It was Ronan and Bane, whom they had seen before.

Sherlock's gaze swept over them, noticing that their flanks were heaving violently, dripping with sweat, clearly indicating that they had just engaged in strenuous exercise.

"Firenze!"

Bane called out Firenze's name as soon as he arrived.

"Bane, my ears aren't deaf. You don't have to speak so loudly."

Firenze's tone was not polite.

"What did you tell him?"

Bane said angrily, "Remember, Firenze, we swore never to defy the will of the heavens!

Didn't we see the omens displayed by the planetary movements?

Ronan awkwardly pawed at the ground with his hooves, continuing to explain for Firenze in his sorrowful voice:

"I believe Firenze thinks he's doing this with good intentions."

"With good intentions! What does this have to do with us?!"

However, Bane didn't appreciate it, continuing his angry outburst:

"Centaurs care about astrological prophecies!

We don't need to run around like donkeys, following humans who are lost in our forest!"

This sentence immediately angered Hagrid.

But before he could explode, Firenze stood upright on his two hind legs.

This was a movement that centaurs only made when extremely angry.

"Didn't you see the unicorn?"

Coordinating with this movement, Firenze also began to roar at Bane:

"Don't you understand why it was killed? Or did the planets not reveal this secret to you?

Listen, I will resist the one lurking in our forest, Bane.

Yes, if necessary, I will stand with humans."

After saying this, he ignored Bane and Ronan, put his two hind legs down again, and signaled for Sherlock and Hagrid to leave with him.

Sherlock and Hagrid naturally had no objections.

After all, they both hated riddlers.

After leaving Bane and Ronan far behind, Firenze stopped and turned to Sherlock, asking:

"Holmes, do you know why Bane was so angry just now?"

Hagrid laughed upon hearing this. "Firenze, you never say anything directly. Even Sherlock couldn't guess, right, Sherlock—"

"I can probably deduce something."

Hagrid was stunned, and Firenze's eyes lit up. "Tell me."

"It's simple. He just doesn't want you to tell us the results you obtained from observing the stars."

Firenze's blue eyes became even brighter. "Not bad. Do you know the result?"

Sherlock sighed. "Obviously, the one who harmed the unicorn was Voldemort."

When Sherlock said this name, Hagrid couldn't help but gasp.

Harry, who was in his Invisibility Cloak, couldn't help but tighten it. He felt like the surrounding temperature had suddenly dropped.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Hagrid shook his massive head violently. "Hogwarts has Dumbledore. The Dark Lord can't get in!"

Firenze's reaction to the name Voldemort wasn't as strong as Hagrid's, but he looked at Sherlock with admiration:

"Holmes, you are indeed as I heard. I think you should study divination."

"Divination?"

Sherlock shook his head. "This is the result I deduced through scientific methods. It has nothing to do with divination."

"The stars told me the prophecy, but you say you used science—"

When he said this word, the centaur Firenze's expression was a little subtle.

After all, talking about science in the world of magic always felt a little strange.

"Actually, it's simple to deduce these things."

Seeing Sherlock like this, Harry, who was still invisible, smiled knowingly.

He knew his friend was about to start.

"Unicorn blood carries a curse when forcibly taken.

For a normal person, if they had to live a half-life with a curse, they might as well die cleanly.

Unless the purpose is only to prolong life, so that the cursed person has time to obtain another thing that can fully restore energy and magic.

Coincidentally, the Philosopher's Stone, which can make the Elixir of Life, is in the school. For Voldemort, who has been dormant for many years and wants to make a comeback, I don't think he would miss this opportunity."

This time, Firenze was completely stunned.

"Sherlock, you already told me this!"

Just as Firenze was in shock, Hagrid seemed to suddenly understand and yelled:

"So you had already thought of that at that time!"

Harry, who was invisible, almost fell over. His giant friend was too slow!

But even after belatedly understanding Sherlock's deduction process, Hagrid still muttered:

"Although you're very capable, Sherlock, I still think you're wrong this time.

As long as Dumbledore is still at the school, the Dark Lord won't succeed!"

It was clear that his trust in Dumbledore had risen to a level of blind worship.

Sherlock didn't refute, and Firenze said softly:

"This isn't just a deduction, it's also the centaur's divination.

Hagrid, you know, we rarely make mistakes."

"But you're wrong this time! Sherlock, you too!"

Seeing that Hagrid had entered a state of indiscriminate attack, Firenze didn't say anything more.

Mainly because he understood Hagrid's personality and knew that there was nothing to say to him in this situation.

Soon, the three of them, one centaur, one unicorn, and one dog, arrived at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Let's part ways here."

Firenze stopped and looked at Sherlock and Hagrid.

"Good luck to you—in the past, the stars of fate have been misunderstood, and even the centaurs are not immune to mistakes. I hope this time is also the case."

Looking at the centaur, who was different from Ronan and Bane and continued to show goodwill towards him, Sherlock said a little more.

"Actually, I think there's a sentence that's more suitable for your divination results today."

Firenze was puzzled. "What is it?"

"Suddenly, a madman sharpens his knife at night, and the Emperor Star shakes as Mars rises high."

After saying this, Sherlock waved to Firenze and walked towards the castle with Hagrid.

"Suddenly, a madman sharpens his knife at night, and the Emperor Star shakes as Mars rises high?"

Firenze repeated this sentence silently several times.

Suddenly, his eyes turned an astonishing blue in an instant, like pale sapphires.

"Indeed, this sentence is much more suitable than 'Mars is very bright tonight'."