Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Being humiliated in such a way, repeatedly, by a first-year student, Voldemort's anger was nearing its breaking point.

He once thought that the Death Eater under his command named Severus Snape had a very sharp tongue.

But now he discovered that this first-year student was even more scathing than him.

"You, you—vile, filthy Mudblood—"

"Even when cursing, you can only use such seemingly vicious but actually weak words."

Sherlock interrupted him directly, saying with a look of contempt, "No wonder you've been reduced to sticking to the back of a simpleton's head who's just as incompetent as you. I suppose your parents didn't educate you properly when you were young?"

"You wretch! Shut up, be quiet! How dare you—how dare you!"

Voldemort roared hysterically.

Watching Voldemort's impotent rage, Sherlock couldn't help but feel pleased.

With his keen observational skills, he naturally saw that Voldemort was losing it.

He just said it casually, and it actually hit the mark?

Combining the knowledge he already possessed, plus Voldemort's behavior at this moment, a new deduction quickly formed in his mind:

"Oh, I see—

No wonder Quirrell wrote 'revenge' in German. I originally thought it was his own clumsy imitation, but now it seems he was also instructed by you.

Looking at you, it's obvious you lacked maternal love since childhood. You were probably abandoned by your mother in an orphanage right after birth, right?

How utterly boring. Hating your parents, hating society, hating everything around you—I don't think you've ever considered that you are the one in the wrong?"

"Ah!" Voldemort let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Sherlock's eardrums were buzzing.

He frowned, and without another word, swung his sword.

Unfortunately, the sword passed directly through the black smoke, causing no damage to Voldemort.

Sherlock wasn't surprised.

After all, Voldemort had now escaped from Quirrell's body and was in this incorporeal form.

It was originally difficult for physical weapons like swords to deal with him.

But it didn't matter.

He could not only box and fence, but he was also a wizard.

"霹雳爆炸! (Thunderbolt Explosion!)"

An Exploding Charm was thrown over, and the black smoke shook violently, and Voldemort's scream stopped.

Sherlock clearly felt the other party's aura weakening.

It's working!

Sherlock's spirits lifted, and he raised his wand again.

"You—very well—I'll remember you—"

At this time, Voldemort had also recovered from Sherlock's verbal attacks.

Strangely, even though it was a black smoke's illusory form, his gaze was substantial, as if to pierce Sherlock.

"Shut up, you incompetent, raging, noseless, crooked-mouthed freak."

Sherlock naturally ignored him and threw another curse.

This time, facing Sherlock, Voldemort did not allow him to cast, but recited an obscure incantation at an extremely fast speed.

As a result, Sherlock's spell missed, and Voldemort turned into black smoke again, passing through the door with the black flames at a rapid speed.

Escaping.

The black flames that had trapped several people before did not cause any damage to him.

Only the unwilling voice still echoed in the room:

"Remember this—one day you will pay the price for this—it won't be long—"

Sherlock did not stop him, nor did he have the ability to stop him.

He watched Voldemort's departing figure, speechless for a long time.

After a moment, he suddenly chuckled, "Oh, this is not good—generally speaking, when a villain says such lines, he will probably reappear sooner or later."

"Sherlock!"

At this time, Hermione came to Sherlock's side, hopping like a rabbit, looking at the latter with resentment.

Couldn't you see me?

Sherlock didn't care about Hermione's eyes, waved his wand, and released her Leg-Locker Curse.

The latter quickly rubbed her legs.

Today, her legs were first entangled by Devil's Snare, then she ran back and forth on the giant chessboard while playing the castle, and just now she was hit by her own Leg-Locker Curse, which really suffered a lot.

She was about to speak when she heard Sherlock say first: "Headmaster Dumbledore, how long are you going to watch before you come out?"

Hermione was shocked.

What? Dumbledore is also here?

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, the nearby air rippled like water.

The iconic half-moon glasses and silver-white beard were indeed Dumbledore.

Dumbledore, who suddenly appeared, looked a little surprised: "How did you know I was here?"

"Knowing that Quirrell came to find the Philosopher's Stone, I don't think you would really go to the Ministry of Magic—otherwise, I would really suspect that you were planning to let Harry thank you in his grave."

Sherlock said calmly, but the words he spoke were not polite at all, "That ancient spell was indeed effective against Voldemort. Are you satisfied now?"

Noticing that Sherlock's tone was unkind, Hermione tugged at his sleeve.

After all, he is the headmaster, so be polite to him—even if it's just on the surface.

"I thought you would ask me why I didn't stop Voldemort from leaving."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

"No need, I already know the answer to this question."

Dumbledore looked at Sherlock and asked with interest: "Oh, why don't you tell me?"

Sherlock frowned, but still explained:

"You said that even if a dark wizard of Voldemort's level dies, he may be resurrected.

Rather than letting him resurrect in an unknown place, it is better to let him continue to maintain his current weak state."

"Sherlock, sometimes I really suspect that you secretly used Legilimency on me."

Dumbledore first sighed, and then took the initiative to explain, "The prophecy said that only Harry can kill Voldemort."

"So you believe that prophecy so much?"

Sherlock stared at Dumbledore with piercing eyes: "How would you know if you don't try? I think you should be very clear that only practice can test everything."

"Dear Sherlock, but this is the magical world, and true prophecies are worth my—"

Dumbledore was about to say more, but suddenly looked towards the door.

But seeing the black flames dissipate, a man in a black robe and a woman in a green robe walked in quickly one after the other.

McGonagall and Snape.

"Mr. Holmes, I received your owl post.

Miss Granger, I said that if you get involved in this matter again, you will be given detention.

Oh my—what on earth is going on?"

McGonagall, who was asking the question, saw Harry and Quirrell lying on the ground and couldn't help but exclaim.

Snape did not speak with a gloomy face, but when he saw Harry lying unconscious on the ground, his gaze became even more gloomy in an instant.

Sherlock took in the actions of the two.

Then he felt that he should find something for Dumbledore to do.

"The matter is very simple: Voldemort has been possessing the back of Quirrell's head. He drank unicorn blood in the Forbidden Forest to prolong his life, and instructed Quirrell to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

Sherlock made a concise summary, and then casually added, "I suggested that Mr. Dumbledore directly take action, but he hoped that Harry would personally stop Quirrell—and Voldemort."

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, Snape's and McGonagall's eyes changed immediately.

"Dumbledore..."

Snape almost squeezed these words out of his teeth.

Obviously, he was about to angrily spray Dumbledore in the next moment.

It is conceivable that the words spoken from Snape's mouth would never be pleasant.

But this time someone erupted earlier than him.

"Albus!"

Compared to Snape, although McGonagall was using Dumbledore's name, she was like a mother lion protecting her cub at this moment, and her aura instantly overwhelmed Snape.

"What did you say to me at the time? You said that no one could enter Hogwarts!

But now you not only let him enter the school, but also let Harry face him!

Harry is a first-year wizard, you—how dare you!"

Dumbledore seemed very calm when facing Sherlock and even Snape.

However, at this moment, facing the angry McGonagall, he seemed a little at a loss.

Even if it was only for a moment, it was still keenly captured by Sherlock.

Interesting.

Facing the displeased McGonagall, Dumbledore directly began to change the subject:

"Minerva, Severus, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is in a bad situation now. Please send him to the hospital wing first."

Noticing that Snape seemed to want to speak, Dumbledore added:

"Harry is fine, he is very good, but please send him and Miss Granger to the hospital wing by the way. They both need a good rest now.

After completing this matter, please come to my office. Sherlock, you come with me first."

After saying this, he waved his hand, and a red stone floated up from Harry and flew into his hand.

Dumbledore turned his palm, and the Philosopher's Stone disappeared immediately.

McGonagall snorted coldly and said nothing more, obviously giving Dumbledore face.

Hearing that Harry was safe and sound, Snape didn't say anything more either.

Being arranged clearly by the big shots, Hermione looked at Sherlock expectantly.

She desperately conveyed information to the latter with her eyes, hoping he could say, "Hermione is fine, she will come with me too."

Unfortunately, until she left under Professor McGonagall's stern gaze, Sherlock still did not speak to keep her.

The only thing worth celebrating is probably that Gryffindor was not deducted points this time.

When there were only Sherlock and Dumbledore left in the room, Sherlock said, "Sending them away, what else do you want to say to me?"

Dumbledore showed a wry smile, "Sherlock, am I really that obvious?"

"Don't say such words that lower the IQ of the entire school."

Sherlock's tone was a bit rude, and he said impatiently, "You have tested me enough, and it is starting to feel boring."

"Okay..."

Dumbledore was not angry, he looked at the Mirror of Erised that had just been thrown in front of Harry by Voldemort, and a deep color of remembrance appeared in his eyes.