Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Madam Hooch's whistle hadn't even sounded, and a figure had already shot out ahead of everyone.

Neville Longbottom.

The reason he started early was because he had been running into walls ever since the start of the school year, so he had a strong desire deep down:

"Teacher, I want to improve so badly!"

In fact, the moment he made that move, he knew he was done for.

At that moment, eleven years of experiences flashed through his mind.

Am I going to die?

I heard that people only recall their life experiences when they are about to die.

What a pity...

Grandma said I originally had a chance to become the savior...

Just when he thought he was doomed.

A powerful resistance suddenly came from behind.

A pair of strong arms forcibly held him down in an extremely rough manner.

It was as if a car that had already been put into first gear, revved up, and just started was suddenly slammed on the brakes.

The car stopped in place, the rear wheels spinning.

The tail of Neville's broom vibrated at a high frequency, as if unwilling to be conquered in such an unmagical way.

However, that was useless.

All flying brooms have a Summoning Charm attached to their surface, but the spell's effect and range are not great.

Especially the flying brooms used for class.

Just like the training cars for driving, they meet the minimum requirements for economic savings—good enough to use.

So no matter how hard he struggled, it was in vain.

The more he struggled, the more excited the person stopping him from taking off became.

That's what makes it interesting.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

Sherlock!

He actually forcibly pulled back Neville, who was about to take off, with his own strength.

Also, why is he so strong?

In the contest between the two, the broom finally gave up struggling.

As a result, Neville was only one position ahead of the others, and he couldn't fly at all.

"Merlin's beard!"

Hooch was the first to react. She shouted the common exclamation of the magic world and ran towards Neville.

No one knew better than her what would happen if Neville flew out ahead of time.

A person who can't control a flying broom flying into the sky, if lucky, would only break a wrist.

If unlucky... it's hard to say what would be broken.

While checking Neville's body with lingering fear, she sincerely thanked Sherlock: "Thank you so much! Are you okay, child?"

"The broom's sprinting force is great, but it's not difficult to handle if you're prepared in advance."

Sherlock shook his arms and said truthfully.

"You're really strong. It's hard to imagine that you, who look so thin, would be so powerful..."

After confirming that Neville was okay, Hooch, relieved, belatedly asked in surprise:

"By the way, how did you see that this child would act in advance? You shouldn't have started Divination classes yet, right?"

Hearing Hooch's question, all the students pricked up their ears.

After all, in the magical world, foreknowledge is too mysterious.

After all, the fact that the savior would end the Dark Lord's rule was foretold through divination.

However, the savior in the prophecy was well aware that this had nothing to do with divination.

Sherlock must have judged that Neville would have an accident through some details that others hadn't noticed.

Ron and Hermione had the same idea as him.

After all, they had seen Sherlock's abilities more than once.

Sherlock indeed did not disappoint them.

"This has nothing to do with divination..."

Sherlock pointed at Neville and calmly explained:

"People secrete hormones such as adrenaline, dopamine, and cortisol when they are overly nervous. Under their influence, they often do things that are contrary to common sense.

Obviously, through some of his actions, I could easily judge this point, so I took emergency measures in advance."

"Obviously?"

Madam Hooch couldn't keep up with Sherlock's train of thought for a moment.

"Yes, such as the white knuckles gripping the stick, the abnormal rhythm of limb twitching, and the abnormally flushed face..."

"Of course, the most important thing is that I understand this student's personality, so I deduced that there was a high probability that he would take off early because he was worried about being left on the ground."

"But how do you know what hormones people secrete when they are nervous..."

"Adrenaline, dopamine, cortisol—this is common sense, Madam Hooch."

Hooch: 눈_눈

How come I don't know this common sense!

After Sherlock finished speaking, everyone was stunned.

Only Harry, Ron, and Hermione showed "as expected" expressions.

Harry looked at Sherlock with admiration.

Although it had happened more than once, he would have the same feeling every time something similar happened.

Before Sherlock explained, he felt that things were so incredible.

After Sherlock explained, it would make people feel that the reasoning was so simple.

In any case, Sherlock's actions saved Neville, which made Hooch generously award Gryffindor six points.

Sherlock was very satisfied, so that he could offset the loss of not attending the two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

After this turmoil, the rest of the flying lesson was normal.

Most people performed normally and successfully completed their first test flight mission.

Except for Neville.

Hooch forbade him from flying in this class.

Neville didn't care about this.

At this time, he was taking out a glass ball filled with white smoke and said to Hermione, who was also left on the ground:

"Grandma knows that I'm always forgetful, so she sent me a Remembrall with an owl. It will tell you if you've forgotten something.

Like this, hold it tightly, and if it turns red, it means you've forgotten something..."

He stopped when he said this.

Because the moment the Remembrall was held by him, it suddenly turned bright red.

Neville: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

Hermione: |(*′口`)

Neville immediately tried to recall what he had forgotten.

Hermione sighed and looked up at the sky.

She was not forbidden from flying.

It's just that when she was test flying, she suddenly discovered a very helpless thing.

She is not good at flying.

Although not as bad as Neville, compared to the handy feeling of facing other courses, the flying class was obviously much worse.

Especially when flying to a certain height, she didn't dare to look down at all.

Otherwise, her legs would tremble, making it impossible to continue.

Stubborn, she naturally wouldn't give up like this.

Unfortunately, after trying several times, she still couldn't overcome this fear.

So she could only return to the ground to rest.

Of course, her performance was considered passable by Madam Hooch.

But in Hermione's eyes, not getting excellent is a failure.

What's more... she can't even reach a good level now, barely passing.

Especially...

Hermione looked up.

It's fine if Harry and Sherlock are stronger than her, but even the Weasley's redhead and that Seamus who always makes explosions in class look like they're handling it with ease.

This made her, who has a strong personality, really unable to bear it.