Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Hearing Hermione mention Poirot, Sherlock's disdain lessened slightly:

"Poirot can be considered a true detective. His reasoning ability is much stronger than Dupin's. He can solve some cases using only his brain, and his reasoning process can be called meticulous.

However, he doesn't like going into the field. Helpless, he can only rely on the police to present the facts to him on a platter, and then analyze these facts with his so-called 'little gray cells'.

Once the police bring something that isn't a fact, his inability to personally search for clues will mislead him, causing him to make inferences that don't match the truth."

"But he always manages to find the culprit!"

Hearing Sherlock belittle both of her admired figures, Hermione couldn't help but retort.

"My dear Miss Granger, because this is fiction."

Facing Hermione's questioning, Sherlock smiled.

"As the author, Agatha Christie, of course, can ensure that Poirot's intuition is always correct. The same goes for Miss Marple in her books, but that may not be the case in real life.

By the way, like most popular fiction writers, this author likes to pile up settings and detailed descriptions, but neglects the real core of the novel: a wonderful plot and distinctive characters.

This way, whenever the reasoning is too long, it becomes boring. Readers will lose patience while reading and just want the culprit to appear as soon as possible.

Only people like me care about the reasoning process itself—unfortunately, I can't be considered a normal person."

Hearing Sherlock look down on the two characters she admired, Hermione was initially a little angry.

But when she heard his evaluation of himself, she suddenly felt that she didn't need to be angry.

Saying he's not normal… he even scolds himself when he gets mad, so what's there to be angry about?

Although she said she wasn't angry anymore, she didn't talk to Sherlock anymore.

She didn't speak, and Sherlock didn't take the initiative to speak.

Just like that, the two of them walked back in silence, which was a kind of unexpected tacit understanding.

Until they arrived at the Gryffindor common room and saw a notice posted on the bulletin board.

A month after the start of school, flying class was finally about to begin.

Only first-year students have this class, which takes place on Thursday afternoons after Charms class. The instructor is Rolanda Hooch, and the content is learning how to use a broomstick.

"We have to take classes with the Slytherin students again?"

Hermione frowned upon seeing the notice. "Why do they always put us together with them?"

"Don't be prejudiced against that house."

Compared to the dissatisfied Hermione, Sherlock was much calmer. "The four houses are not superior or inferior. Headmaster Severus Snape is also an excellent professor…"

"Are you sure?"

Hermione looked shocked. "You really think Professor Snape is a good person?"

"Although I think it's somewhat one-sided to evaluate a person simply as 'good' or 'bad,' if you mean it that way, Professor Snape is indeed a good person."

"He's been targeting you and Potter like that, and you still think he's a good person?"

Hermione now truly felt that Sherlock was right; he really wasn't normal.

"From the perspective of a professor, there's nothing wrong with what he does. Deducting points is originally his right. As for targeting…"

Sherlock smiled. "Miss Granger, you might not believe it, but he may indeed be the person in this school who least wants anything to happen to Harry."

Hermione: (°ー°〃)

After a moment of silence, Hermione sighed deeply. "You… you're happy, that's all… but I don't think Potter himself would think so."

"To be honest, his opinion is not important."

"Yeah, yeah, Snape has already deducted thirty points from him this month, more than twice the total of everyone else in Gryffindor."

Speaking of this, Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

Poor Harry Potter, the savior status that is highly praised by others seems to have lost its effect on Snape.

After discussing it for a while, realizing that she couldn't convince Sherlock, Hermione had no choice but to return to the girls' dormitory.

But before leaving, she once again showed a hesitant expression.

Sherlock: "Miss Granger, if you have something to say, just say it."

"…"

Hermione took a deep breath. "Can you just call me Hermione from now on?"

Sherlock was slightly stunned, then nodded. "Of course."

After Hermione left, Sherlock shook his head.

Changing the way you address someone from their last name to their first name, isn't that a natural thing that happens after a close relationship?

Was it necessary to bring it up specifically? And with that hesitant tone?

Sure enough, what Father said is correct, even I sometimes cannot understand the female thought process.

The enthusiasm for flying class among the first-year students was much higher than imagined.

Most wizarding families started talking about their past flying experiences whenever they had free time.

It seemed that they spent most of their childhood flying around in the wilderness on broomsticks.

This also included Ron.

As long as someone was willing to listen, he would talk about his thrilling story of almost hitting a hang glider while riding Charlie's old broom.

This naturally had some exaggeration, but it was much better than Malfoy from the neighboring Slytherin house, who would dangerously brush past helicopters.

New students like Sherlock, Harry, and Hermione, who grew up in Muggle families, were also very interested in flying class, but they were not as excited as others.

Only Neville was an exception.

Others were nervous with excitement, but he was just nervous.

Because although he grew up in a wizarding family, his grandmother never let him near a broomstick.

Because of this, he always listened intently to every word Hermione said—the latter found some flying instructions from a library book called 'Quidditch Through the Ages'.

Sherlock had also read this book, but he didn't think these things were very useful.

To fly higher, you certainly can't just rely on reading books.

Flying is like driving. These instructions written in books will only work after you have tried them yourself.

You know, many people still can't drive even after getting their driver's license.

Only by actually driving on the road can you master real driving skills.

Finally, Thursday afternoon arrived amidst much anticipation.

Compared to the excited classmates, although Sherlock was also looking forward to flying class, he didn't show it so exaggeratedly.

He even wanted to ask Professor Flitwick a few more questions at the end of Charms class.

But in the end, he left under the repeated urging of the anxious Harry and Ron.

Even so, when they and the other Gryffindor students quickly walked down the sloping lawn to the field in front, the Slytherin students were already there.

As the little lions arrived, the little snakes' eyes immediately turned cold.

The little lions, known for their courage, naturally glared back unceremoniously.

Gazes met, and a tense atmosphere began to permeate the surroundings.

Among them, the eye contact between Harry and Malfoy was the most intense.

Sherlock ignored this.

His attention was on something further away.