Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Hermione never expected that even after telling the truth, this would still be the result.

She stood there for a moment, then stomped her foot and said hatefully:

"Since I can't stop it, I'll join in!"

But when she rushed back, she found that Sherlock and Harry were gone.

After asking the nearby students, she learned that they had left shortly after she did.

"Oh no!"

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Hermione suddenly realized something and was shocked.

She immediately rushed to the fourth-floor room that Dumbledore had mentioned.

"Sherlock, if you dare abandon me, I will never forgive you!"

Hermione thought through gritted teeth as she ran.

It was lunchtime, and with the exams just over, there weren't many teachers and students lingering outside.

This allowed Hermione to reach her destination without being discovered.

When she faced the door that Dumbledore had specifically mentioned, Hermione slowed down, looking around cautiously, and tiptoed to the door.

She noticed that the door was already slightly ajar.

"Damn it!"

Hermione cursed inwardly, preparing to push the door open.

Just then.

The door was suddenly pulled open from the inside, and a strong hand reached out from the crack, covered her mouth, and dragged her in.

Then the door slammed shut.

"This is bad!"

Hermione, pulled into the room, was shocked and subconsciously reached for her wand.

But she quickly shuddered and relaxed.

Because she had experienced this scene once before.

Noticing that Hermione was no longer struggling, the owner of the hand released her.

Hermione immediately looked up.

Sure enough, a pair of gray eyes appeared in her sight.

"I knew it-"

Hermione muttered unhappily.

When Quirrell released the troll, Sherlock had used this trick on her.

Now, it happened again, and she naturally recognized it immediately.

Doesn't this guy know what绅士means?

Just then, a voice rang out somewhat inappropriately:

"Hey, buddy, why are you so skilled?"

Hermione turned her head and saw Ron looking at Sherlock and her with a teasing look.

This made Hermione blush and she couldn't help but glare at Sherlock.

Sherlock, however, acted as if nothing had happened and waved his hand: "Everyone's here, let's go."

Only then did Hermione have time to see the whole room.

Then she was startled.

Because directly in front of her was a huge dog that looked like a monster.

It's no exaggeration to say that this dog was so big that it filled all the space from the ceiling to the floor.

What shocked Hermione even more was that it had three heads!

Fortunately, it was currently asleep.

Even so, the three drooling mouths were terrifying.

Especially its saliva, which hung down from its yellowed teeth like sticky ropes.

Very disgusting!

It was the kind of thing that would give people nightmares just by looking at it.

Hagrid actually calls this thing Fluffy?

The contrast is a bit too much!

Besides Sherlock, who had just pulled her in, and Ron, who was standing a little further away, Harry was also in the room.

At this moment, he was holding the Christmas gift that Hagrid had given him, puffing out his cheeks and playing the flute.

How should I put it, there was no rhythm or beat, it was no different from noise.

But even so, this seemingly fierce dog seemed to enjoy the notes and was sleeping very soundly.

Under Sherlock's direction, the group walked past the dog one by one.

As they approached the three huge heads, they all felt the hot, stinky breath.

Fortunately, this smell hadn't reached the level of a troll, and they could all barely endure it.

Behind the dog was a trapdoor, just like the door to a cellar.

Sherlock reached out and pulled it open, and cast a Lumos spell.

Unfortunately, the trapdoor was a bit deep, and even with a Lumos spell, they still couldn't see anything.

Sherlock unhesitatingly turned to the three and said:

"I'll jump down first, and if it's okay, you guys follow me."

Then he specifically instructed Harry, who was playing the flute, "Keep playing until all of us have jumped down, don't stop."

After saying this, he didn't wait for the three to agree and jumped down directly.

"Hey, buddy, you haven't said what to do if something happens!"

Ron asked, chasing to the door.

Unfortunately, Sherlock didn't answer.

He turned his head and saw Hermione and Harry looking at him with indescribable expressions.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm also trying to be as thorough as possible!"

Harry was busy playing the flute and could only respond with gestures and expressions.

Hermione said unceremoniously, "If something really happens, please find a professor to save us!"

"Hermione, Sherlock had already thought of all of this—he had already asked Watson and Hedwig to send letters to several professors before leaving."

"What are you so smug about, it wasn't you who did it!"

Just as the two were bickering, Sherlock was falling.

Cold, damp air brushed past his ears.

Sherlock silently calculated his falling time, estimated that it was almost time, and took out his wand in advance.

Sure enough, with a strange and muffled thud, he landed on something soft.

Sherlock stood up immediately and began to assess the surroundings.

Good, the information Dumbledore gave was reliable.

He immediately raised his wand and sent a purple spark upwards.

Then he cast a Sonorus spell and shouted at the hole above, which looked about the size of a postage stamp:

"Safe, you can jump down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron jumped down, that was quick and decisive.

"What is this thing?"

He looked around and couldn't help but ask.

"Devil's Snare planted by Professor Sprout—it's placed here to cushion the fall and prevent us from moving forward."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hermione and Harry also jumped down one after another, landing to Sherlock's left and right respectively.

At this time, Fluffy let out a loud bark again, apparently waking up again after not hearing Harry's flute.

"Just saying, Harry", Ron couldn't help but joke after successfully escaping from the dog, "Your flute playing is really terrible, it can be compared with Sherlock's violin."

Harry shook his head indifferently, "I can't play it anyway, as long as it can make that big dog fall asleep."

"Okay, you're right", Ron shrugged and looked at Sherlock, "But what I don't understand is—why does it want to sleep when it hears music?"

"My friends, when I told you about helping Hagrid with the dragon egg, I mentioned this."

"Did you?"

Ron thought for a moment, then suddenly realized.

That's right!

It's just that his attention at the time was focused on Sherlock using despicable methods to force Hagrid to hand over the dragon egg, and he ignored this.

Sherlock didn't say anything, obviously expecting this.

But when Ron saw Harry and Hermione looking at him, he couldn't help but become angry:

"Don't look at me like that!

I just found out about Sherlock and Harry encountering Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest, you guys kept it from me so well!

What if I can't find a girlfriend before I'm twenty?"

Hearing Ron say this, Hermione immediately remembered the sentence he had said:

"If this is true, then let me not find a girlfriend before I'm twenty."

Seeing his embarrassed look, Hermione couldn't help but remember her own situation when she found out about this, and she found it even more amusing.

He was anxious.

But on the surface, she still kept a straight face and said, "Ronald, this is clearly your own problem!

Since Sherlock last said that Fluffy would sleep when it heard music, have you paid any attention to it?

With your attitude, how could we possibly feel comfortable telling you about this——"

"Hey——!

"My name is not Hey!"

"Okay Hermione, I admit that I was indeed focused on the dragon egg at the time, but weren't you the same?

If Sherlock hadn't mentioned this today, I'm afraid you would have forgotten it, right?

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The reason Ron said this was because Sherlock had specifically asked Harry to bring the flute that Hagrid had given him when he brought Harry and him here before.

At that time, neither Harry nor he realized what this thing was for.

Judging others by himself, he felt that even if Hermione was stronger than them, it was only limited.

"We're different!"

"What?"

"We're different", Hermione said sharply, "For example, I know that three-headed dogs are a very rare animal, and their weakness is that they fall asleep when they hear music.

Not only that,

in Greek mythology, if you want to pass the three-headed dog guarding the entrance to the underworld, you also need to use music to make it fall into—oh—damn it!"

While Hermione was triumphantly stating her case, she suddenly screamed:

"What is this!"

The plants that had originally been responsible for reducing the impact of the fall and preventing them from being injured finally showed their true colors at this moment.

It seemed to suddenly come alive, stretching out snake-like tendrils and wrapping around their ankles.

Hermione trembled and screamed:

"Oh God, it's wrapping around my legs!"

Hearing Hermione's warning, Harry and Ron immediately struggled desperately.

However, the more they struggled, the faster and tighter the vines wrapped.

Harry even felt a sense of suffocation.

In this case, Ron subconsciously looked to the side.

To his surprise, the wrapping speed of these vines was the slowest when facing the motionless Sherlock.

He had a flash of inspiration and immediately shouted, "Sherlock! You know the name of this thing, think of a way!"

Sherlock said calmly: "This is Devil's Snare, one of its survival habits is to stretch out its tendrils and entangle all creatures that approach it—also, the more you struggle, the more excited it gets."

Hearing Sherlock's words, the three were stunned.

But there was obviously no time to recall it at this moment, Ron shouted again: "So what should we do?"

"Just don't struggle."

Although it sounded a bit perverted, out of trust in Sherlock, Harry and Ron immediately relaxed and stopped struggling like Sherlock.

Sure enough, after the Devil's Snare felt that they were motionless, it finally exerted its strength.

Harry almost couldn't help it.

The next moment, the Devil's Snare seemed to lose interest in them and quickly released them.

However, Hermione's situation was a bit bad.

She had struggled too violently before, and at this time, the Devil's Snare had spread up her legs, wrapped around her whole body, and tied her into a strange posture.