Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

"In all my years at Hogwarts... never have I ever..."

McGonagall was both heartbroken and furious, the anger in her eyes shining through her spectacles.

"How dare you!"

Indeed, how dare he!

Harry and Ron looked at Sherlock with admiration.

A true Gryffindor!

Sherlock was so brave!

"Bravery is the best substitute for stupidity—I've always believed that.

But the professor would do well to decide after seeing Harry's performance. I believe he won't let you down.

After all, not daring to face Professor Snape for weeks doesn't feel good, does it?"

"Sherlock Holmes!"

At that moment, McGonagall seemed genuinely angry.

As for Harry and Ron, their gazes towards Sherlock were now filled with nothing but worship.

Experienced teenagers know that when elders call you by your full name, it means big trouble.

Professor McGonagall was clearly in that situation.

Although what Sherlock said was indeed correct.

The Slytherin Quidditch team was very strong.

Especially last year, when Gryffindor was utterly defeated by Slytherin.

McGonagall, as Sherlock said, hadn't dared to face Snape for weeks.

As for how Sherlock knew about this, she didn't want to know anymore.

"Do you... want to be put in detention?"

Facts were facts, but being pointed out so directly by Sherlock was undoubtedly rubbing salt in Professor McGonagall's wound.

Knowing that deducting points wouldn't deter Sherlock much, she simply proposed a new form of punishment.

The coldness in her somber voice made Harry and Ron desperately lower their heads.

Both were stiff, their hands and feet were cold, and they trembled all over, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a word.

At that moment, they both began to regret coming to McGonagall.

Especially Harry.

Professor McGonagall originally had a good impression of Sherlock.

But now he was being treated like this.

It was all his fault.

"Detention is just a means, not an end, and it doesn't solve the problem."

Facing the angry lion, Sherlock said calmly and composedly: "Even if the professor gives me detention, I still suggest letting Harry join the house team. That's the real solution."

A month into the semester, Sherlock was no longer the little white who knew nothing about the magical world.

He knew very well how fanatical wizards were about Quidditch.

In the magical world, the status of Quidditch was equivalent to football in the Muggle world.

Even more so.

The main reason was that the Muggle world had no magic and could only rely on physical strength.

Therefore, they were much more exciting in sports than wizards.

Putting aside the track and field events, just talking about ball sports.

Football was the undisputed number one sport in the world.

The World Cup, held every four years, was the biggest sporting event in the Muggle world, only the Olympics, also held every four years, could compete with it.

But the content of the Olympics originally included hundreds of events, including football.

No single event could compete with the World Cup.

Basketball and volleyball, two of the three major ball sports, were liked by many people.

Tennis, table tennis, badminton, and rugby, although regional sports, also had considerable popularity worldwide.

With the re-emergence of a certain mysterious Eastern power, the status of table tennis and badminton was also rapidly rising.

Even niche ball sports like hockey, ice hockey, cricket, and golf had a fixed following.

Especially with the re-emergence of a certain self-proclaimed mysterious Eastern power, the status of cricket was also rapidly rising.

But in the wizarding world, the only event that could be called a large-scale event was Quidditch.

It was no exaggeration to say that everyone in the magical world loved Quidditch.

It would be fine if you couldn't play Quidditch—after all, in the Muggle world, there were also people who weren't good at running.

But if you couldn't even catch up with topics related to Quidditch when chatting with people, you wouldn't even be embarrassed to say hello.

Under such a premise, Sherlock believed that McGonagall would give in.

Sure enough, after Sherlock once again pointed out the problem, Professor McGonagall's expression began to change constantly.

Finally, after noticing Sherlock's confident look once again, she said:

"You three, come with me."

Sherlock followed without saying a word.

Harry and Ron exchanged glances, and their legs seemed to regain consciousness, quickly blending in.

When the three of them left the castle under McGonagall's lead and arrived at the Quidditch training ground, someone was already waiting there.

It was a man of average build.

He was also carrying a large wooden crate under his arm.

"This is Oliver Wood, a fifth-year student and the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

Professor McGonagall didn't say anything extra, and directly addressed Sherlock:

"Mr. Holmes, let Potter show his talent now.

I believe you should understand that if he can't satisfy me and Wood as you said..."

"Then I will voluntarily serve a month of detention."

Seeing that Professor McGonagall seemed to want to say something, Sherlock added, "And from now on, I will no longer be absent from Defense Against the Dark Arts classes."

McGonagall looked at Sherlock with some surprise.

This little boy...

His observation and analysis skills were really too sharp!

Once again guessed what she wanted to say.

She was now faintly beginning to suspect that in the first Transfiguration class, Holmes had seen through her disguise?

"Sherlock!"

Harry, who was on the side, was so moved that he couldn't help himself. He was about to say something, but Sherlock preemptively said:

"Dear Harry, if you don't want me to smell that terrible garlic smell like you, you better perform well."

As everyone knew, Professor Quirrell filled every place he went with the smell of garlic—according to rumors, this was specially set up to drive away a vampire he encountered in Romania.

Harry nodded heavily.

Only then did Wood have the opportunity to speak, and he looked Harry up and down.

"Professor, this is the one you mentioned..."

"No, Mr. Holmes mentioned him."

As soon as Quidditch was mentioned, the Gryffindor captain seemed to have changed into a different person. He circled Harry a few times, carefully examining him:

"The famous Harry Potter... well, that's not important.

But just looking at his physique, he is really suitable to be a Seeker, light and agile...

By the way, Potter, I heard that you grew up in a Muggle family. Have you watched a Quidditch match?"

Harry shook his head honestly.

Although Wood was a little surprised, he didn't say much. He opened the crate, revealing four balls of different sizes.

Ron's eyes lit up instantly.