Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Hogwarts Castle.

Professor McGonagall was still presiding over the Sorting Ceremony.

However, her thoughts lingered on Sherlock Holmes, who had just been sorted into Gryffindor.

She hadn't expected that this young wizard, who had left such a deep impression on her before the start of term, would be a true Hatstall, just like herself.

This term, which playfully mocked the Sorting Hat, had a more common name: Hatstall.

As the name suggests, it referred to students for whom the sorting process took longer than a certain amount of time—conventionally agreed to be five minutes—and whose personality traits were simultaneously suited to several different Hogwarts houses, making the Sorting Hat struggle to decide.

True Hatstalls were rare, appearing only about once every fifty years.

More often, there were students who were close to being Hatstalls.

Like Granger, before Holmes.

Many years ago, on McGonagall's first night here, she had attracted everyone's attention.

Because the Sorting Hat had taken a full five and a half minutes.

Mainly hesitating between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

But in the end, it chose the former for her.

Even today, she still felt that going to Ravenclaw would have been a good choice.

Especially after becoming the Head of Gryffindor, this feeling became particularly strong whenever she faced a group of reckless troublemakers.

However, over the years, the Sorting Hat had always insisted on its opinion, believing that Gryffindor was more suitable for her.

Calculating the time, it was indeed almost fifty years since she had entered the school.

She had almost forgotten about it.

She didn't expect that Sherlock Holmes and Hermione Granger would reawaken her sealed memories.

You know, when the Sorting Hat was choosing a house for her current colleague, the Head of Ravenclaw, Flitwick, it also hesitated for a long time.

But in the end, the Sorting Hat made the opposite decision to McGonagall, sorting Flitwick into Ravenclaw.

Over the years, this had inevitably become a topic of casual conversation between her and Professor Flitwick.

They had both happily imagined that if they had been more decisive or more hesitant when they were young, their positions might have been swapped.

Then today, McGonagall would be the Head of Ravenclaw, and Flitwick would be the Head of Gryffindor.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look towards the stage.

Sensing her gaze, Professor Flitwick gave her a smile.

Clearly, Sherlock and Hermione had also reminded Professor Flitwick of McGonagall and himself back then.

McGonagall withdrew her gaze and looked at Sherlock again, finding him talking to Percy, the Gryffindor prefect. She didn't know what Sherlock had said, but Percy's expression looked a little strange.

Percy was indeed a little embarrassed.

Because after listening to his explanation of Hatstalls, Sherlock had directly said:

"Sounds like there's no difference… their explanation is easier to accept."

With just one sentence, Sherlock had successfully choked Percy.

Did this freshman even know how to talk!

He was a prefect!

"Hahahahaha!"

The twins burst out laughing.

"Well done! You have so much talent, follow us from today onwards!"

"Yeah, Holmes, we will definitely make a splash in front of the whole school!"

Sherlock: 눈_눈

He ignored the twins and continued to watch the sorting ceremony for the other freshmen.

After him, there were a few more freshmen whose sorting took a relatively long time, close to being Hatstalls.

Like the round-faced boy who had lost and found his toad, Neville Longbottom.

He tripped on the way to the stool and waited anxiously on the stool for nearly five minutes before being announced into Gryffindor.

Then he ran off with the hat on his head.

Amidst a burst of laughter, Neville had to trot back and return the hat to McGonagall.

After him was Draco Malfoy, who was very proud of his bloodline.

In contrast to Neville, the hat screamed almost as soon as it touched his head:

"Slytherin!"

It was so swift and decisive.

Watching Malfoy swagger over to Slytherin to join his good buddies Crabbe and Goyle, Sherlock revealed a thoughtful look.

From the current situation, whether it was himself and Hermione, or Neville and Malfoy, these were just exceptions.

Apart from them, most people spent about the same time as Hannah Abbott, who was called first, being sorted into their respective houses within half a minute.

Occasionally, there were those who took a bit longer, but it was over in two or three minutes.

Not to mention Hatstalls like Sherlock who took more than five minutes, there were not even many like Hermione and Neville who were close to being Hatstalls.

From a scientific point of view, it conformed to the rules of normal distribution, with few at the extremes and many in the middle.

Thus, the Sorting Ceremony proceeded in an orderly manner under the direction of Professor McGonagall, until she called out a name:

"Harry Potter!"

The attention received by the savior was undoubtedly the highest in the entire hall.

When Harry walked out of the line of freshmen, a chorus of gasps echoed throughout the dining hall.

Even the temperature seemed to drop.

"Potter, is she calling Potter?"

"Is that Harry Potter?"

"It's him! If your eyesight is good enough, you can even see the scar on his forehead!"

"How is that even possible…"

At this moment, the twins couldn't help but speak up again. George turned to Sherlock:

"Holmes, I heard you're on good terms with Potter?"

Seeing Sherlock nod, Fred quickly followed up: "Then you must know him well? Which house do you think he'll be sorted into?"

This time, Percy didn't stop the twins from asking, because he was also very interested in this.

"The hat will take a long time," Sherlock replied without thinking, "The final result is Gryffindor."

"Why?"

Hermione finally found an opportunity and quickly asked.

"Yeah, why?"

The Weasley twins also asked.

Not only them, but also the people nearby who heard their conversation couldn't help but look at Sherlock.

If Harry Potter could really come to Gryffindor, it would definitely be a great joy.

But… why?

How could Sherlock make a judgment before the Sorting Ceremony?

Of course, it was because of personal experience.

Judging from his own sorting experience, the hat respects personal choices.

Based on Sherlock's understanding of Harry, apart from Ravenclaw, there was a good chance that Harry could be sorted into the other three houses, with Gryffindor and Slytherin having a slightly higher priority than Hufflepuff.

But Harry himself didn't want to go to Slytherin, so that left Gryffindor.

After listening to Sherlock's explanation, the little lions looked at each other.

Wasn't this a bit too mystical?

The Weasley twins wanted to continue asking, but this time Sherlock didn't say anything more.

Seeing his appearance, everyone could only give up.

Anyway, they would soon see if this guy was bragging.