Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Seeing Sherlock's detached and indifferent demeanor, Dumbledore had no choice but to speak first:

"Sherlock, our agreement—"

"Does it have to be this way?"

"What did you say?"

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"I mean, does Harry really have to face Voldemort directly?"

Sherlock met Dumbledore's gaze without backing down, saying each word clearly:

"Letting a first-year student face Voldemort again and again, your idea is genius-level stupid!

Do you think Harry will thank you?

Or do you just want him to thank you in the graveyard?

Tonight's battle has already proven that Harry can't even maintain a normal state when facing Voldemort!"

Dumbledore coughed. "About that scar, I actually have an idea—"

Before he could finish, Sherlock interrupted him impolitely:

"Are you really treating Harry as the savior?

Or do you just want him to be a sacrifice to Voldemort?

Headmaster, you can't expect us first-year students to protect the Sorcerer's Stone!

If the magical world's power is really so weak, I suggest it's better to just destroy it!"

Sherlock's impolite words surprised Dumbledore and stunned Harry.

Good grief, this is Dumbledore!

Although he usually looks kind and amiable.

Even the Hogwarts students fear Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape more than him, the smiling old man.

But—

President of the International Confederation of Wizards, First Class of the Order of Merlin, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and the current Headmaster of Hogwarts—this long list of titles isn't just for show. He is the greatest wizard of the age and is recognized as the only person Voldemort fears!

Sherlock dared to do this, which is tantamount to pointing fingers and scolding him.

Not to mention that he's just a first-year student like himself.

But when he thought that the other party was entirely considering him, Harry suddenly felt warm inside.

Sherlock's image became incredibly tall in his heart.

Just then, Dumbledore once again turned his gaze to Harry.

Sherlock's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Dumbledore spoke to Harry in an almost pleading, gentle tone:

"Harry, trust me, I only need you to face him one more time, the last time."

Obviously, Dumbledore planned to find a breakthrough through Harry.

Mainly, he didn't expect Sherlock's influence on Harry to be so great in less than a school year.

Even though he was battle-hardened and had seen a lot, he still found it difficult to judge whether this was a good thing or a bad thing for Harry.

Previously, placing the Mirror of Erised and deliberately leading Sherlock and Harry there was to see the essence of the two through the mirror.

Harry's result was within his expectations.

As for Sherlock, Dumbledore shook his head. Even though the other party was only a twelve-year-old boy, Dumbledore still couldn't guarantee that he could see the other party's essence.

Fortunately, one thing was certain: his friendship with Harry was clean and pure.

That was enough.

So at this time, he lowered his stance when facing Harry.

He felt that Harry could understand him.

This was for Harry and for the future of the entire magical world.

Harry looked at Sherlock with some embarrassment: "Sherlock—"

Sherlock couldn't help but cover his face with his hand.

The kid is a good kid, but his reaction is a little slow.

But since this was Harry's own will, Sherlock, as a friend, would not interfere.

Of course, he still made a request:

"Headmaster, things that can be solved with brains have been solved by me. I only hope that you won't let us down when we need to use force."

Dumbledore's eyes lit up. "Of course, I assure you that no matter what means Voldemort uses to control Quirrell, he won't be able to hurt you."

"Hopefully."

Sherlock's tone was still not happy, but he had obviously relented.

Harry and Dumbledore both secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

They looked at each other and saw a hint of relief in each other's eyes.

"So when are you planning to leave?"

Just then, Sherlock suddenly said again.

"What did you say?"

Dumbledore didn't react for a moment and asked subconsciously.

But after asking this question, he secretly said that it was not good.

After dealing with Sherlock so many times, he has a certain understanding of this little wizard.

His kindness and wisdom are beyond doubt, but his poisonous tongue is not fake, especially when he is angry.

Obviously, Sherlock is in this state now.

Sure enough, Sherlock unceremoniously started spraying:

"I'm really curious, did you pour all the sugar into your brain when you were drinking water?

Or is this just a manifestation of your senile dementia?

If you are at school, how could that guy attack the Sorcerer's Stone?"

Although he had expected it, Dumbledore still didn't expect Sherlock's attack power to be so strong.

It seems that after tonight's battle in the Forbidden Forest, his insistence on letting Harry face Voldemort still made Sherlock very angry.

Although he was a little helpless, he was also very happy that Harry could have such a friend who was always thinking of him.

"I will make him think that I have left the school."

"He was stabbed by me, so he should ask for leave to rest for a while."

"I will let Watson and Hedwig notify you then."

"What about Harry's scar?"

"There is no way for the time being. I only have a guess now, but it should be confirmed after this incident."

"I need the detailed layout of the Sorcerer's Stone's defense mechanisms."

"I will send you a letter, or let Watson bring it to you."

The two of them decided on several points to pay attention to in the Harry-Voldemort battle in Harry's confused eyes.

"I—"

Harry tried to express his opinion, but Sherlock patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, Harry, there's no point in staying here anymore."

"But..."

"Leave with your little friend."

Dumbledore saw Harry looking at him, smiled and nodded at him. "Also, Sherlock, don't you really want a glass of lemonade?"

"Why don't you keep that syrup for yourself?

By the way, I suggest you consider using this year's periodontal checkup and free teeth cleaning service. Dr. Granger's clinic will definitely welcome you."

Dumbledore: "....—"

Sherlock and Harry, who was wearing an invisibility cloak, returned to the dormitory. Ron, Neville, and Dean had already fallen asleep.

The next morning, Sherlock still took Harry for morning exercises.

The battle in the Forbidden Forest made Harry realize his shortcomings, so he practiced even harder.

When the morning exercises were over, the two returned to the hall.

Seeing that there was no one around, Harry finally couldn't help but ask: "Sherlock, why can Hagrid's rock cakes block spells?"

Sherlock couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

"My dear friend, I thought you couldn't help but ask me earlier?"

Harry was a little embarrassed. He had indeed held back for a long time.

"Dear Harry, if you think carefully, you will find that it is not difficult to make this inference:

"First of all, consider the essence of spells, which is a way to mobilize magical power to achieve some effects that ordinary people cannot achieve.

From the perspective of the energy projection direction of offensive spells, they are often accompanied by physical phenomena such as sound and light, so there is a possibility that they may be deflected, dodged, or blocked.

Even the powerful Imperius Curse just now is not invincible and can still be blocked by hard substances.

This is like in the Muggle world, physical attacks can be blocked by sturdy shields. There is a similar defense mechanism for spell attacks in the magical world."

Harry nodded. This point had already been explained in Charms class, but most young wizards just took notes hastily and did not think deeply.

Sherlock touched his fingertips together, looked at Harry and continued:

"Let's take a look at the maker of this rock cake, Hagrid.

As a giant, this special identity plays a key role.

You should know that giants are born with a certain degree of magic resistance.

But people often overlook one point: this resistance is not only reflected in themselves, but even the items they make will be contaminated with similar characteristics.

So, when Voldemort's Imperius Curse struck, the special properties of the rock cake that were given by Hagrid's giant characteristics, and its relatively hard texture, worked together to successfully block this deadly spell.

This seemingly accidental miracle actually has a clear logical context.

Of course, when facing the Unforgivable Curse for the first time, I was not sure, so I threw the shield directly.

But now it seems that the rock cake carefully made by Hagrid did inherit this characteristic.

When the next battle comes, the shield will play a greater role.

Now, please hand me the teacup. I need to think about your training plan before I meet him next time and the action steps after Dumbledore leaves school."

In the following two weeks, as Sherlock expected, Professor Quirrell did not appear in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

This further proved that the crawler that night was Quirrell.

As for whether Voldemort controlled Quirrell himself through black magic, or whether Voldemort was attached to Quirrell in some way, it is not known.

However, Professor Snape's statement was that Professor Quirrell had asked for leave due to physical discomfort.

That's right, Quirrell was absent, and the person who took over his teaching was none other than Potions Professor Snape.

His teaching naturally meant that Gryffindor would lose a lot of points again.

In addition to Harry Potter, who was always deducted points for various inexplicable reasons, Neville, who always failed to cast spells, and Seamus, who inexplicably caused explosions, became the focus of attention.

Gryffindor was already ranked low because Sherlock beat up his classmates in public, and the scores have been declining rapidly in the past two weeks.

With Professor Snape opening double, he finally became Gran+more.

Not only was the ranking directly at the bottom, but the gap with Slytherin, which ranked first, was getting bigger and bigger.

This made the little lions miserable.

Of course, there are exceptions.

Sherlock was very satisfied with this.