Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

The moment Sherlock saw the troll, a passage of descriptive text flashed through his mind.

[Trolls are native to Scandinavia, but can now be found in Britain, Ireland, and Northern Europe]

[They prefer to eat raw meat, but are not picky about their prey, capturing everything from wild animals to humans, and especially like fish]

[Their living habits are extremely violent, often resorting to violence for no reason]

[Based on appearance and habitat, they can be divided into three types: mountain trolls, forest trolls, and river trolls]

[Mountain trolls are the largest and most dangerous]

Both 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them,' a required book for first-year students, and 'The Ultimate Survival Handbook,' which Sherlock bought out of interest, described trolls.

The former is more inclined towards popular science, mostly theoretical.

The latter is based on the author's personal experience, with no theory, only practice.

At this moment, Sherlock quickly retrieved them from his memory attic.

Unfortunately, the one appearing before him and Hermione was the most troublesome mountain troll.

“People's physiques cannot be generalized. I once defeated a mountain troll with just a longsword in a state of extreme anger.

Regrettably, the protein content of trolls is very low, less than one-sixth of that of beef, and even without the head, it is not suitable for consumption.

For those of you reading this book, my advice is not to confront them head-on unless necessary.

Unless you are a powerful wizard, or possess a physique as strong as mine.”

After seeing this troll with his own eyes, Sherlock deeply agreed with the author's statement.

Therefore, without saying a word, he covered Hermione's mouth and dragged her out of the girls' bathroom.

If she were treated like this on a normal day, Hermione certainly wouldn't cooperate.

But Hermione was now tired and hungry, and it's no exaggeration to say that she had already run out of tears.

So, running into Sherlock at this time meant she would let him do whatever he wanted.

As for the troll, it stopped by a door, peering inside.

After a while, probably not finding its target, it finally made a difficult decision with its small head.

Under the gaze of Sherlock and Hermione, the troll, which had broken into the basement, slowly turned and left, its flat, rough, calloused feet moving.

“Although the acting is clumsy, it's smarter than I imagined.”

Watching the troll's departing back, Sherlock muttered to himself.

At this moment, Hermione finally recovered from her shock.

She silently removed Sherlock's hand from her mouth, stood up straight, and straightened her clothes.

Hearing Sherlock's words, she couldn't help but ask suspiciously, “What did you say?”

“Someone's coming.”

Sherlock didn't answer, but pointed to the side, dragging Hermione away to hide again.

She had been extremely nervous just now and hadn't felt anything when Sherlock dragged her away, but now she couldn't help but feel a little strange.

But the next moment, her gaze was drawn to the figure that suddenly appeared.

Because that person was their Potions professor, the head of Slytherin House.

Severus Snape.

Watching him walk through the corridor and disappear from her sight, Hermione couldn't help but ask:

“Professor Snape? Why is he here alone?

Everyone should be celebrating Halloween in the Great Hall at this time, right?

Also, Sherlock, why did you come here to find me?”

Once she returned to normal, Hermione's clever intelligence reoccupied the high ground, and a series of questions followed.

“We'll talk about these things later.” Sherlock didn't want to explain these things now, his gaze turned to the side. “Let's get those two first.”

“What did you say?”

Hermione didn't react for a moment.

“Oh, dear Hermione,” Sherlock turned to look at her, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes, “If you had observed carefully enough, you would have noticed there are two more people there.”

Following the direction Sherlock indicated, Hermione was surprised to find two heads slowly peeking out from behind a large griffin statue.

One of them was none other than the culprit who had almost trapped her here—Ron Weasley.

As for the other, it was naturally Ron's best friend, Harry Potter.

When Harry and Ron saw the troll's massive body with their own eyes, they were stunned.

They held their breath, not daring to make a sound, for fear of being heard by the troll.

They finally waited for the troll to leave, but then there was another sound behind them.

The two originally thought that Percy had followed them, and quickly hid behind the griffin statue on the side.

But they saw Snape.

Harry immediately whispered to Ron beside him, “Why isn't he with the other teachers? What is he doing in the underground classroom?”

“How would I know!”

Ron seemed a little irritable.

He was, after all, a good person.

Although he had spoken harshly to Hermione today, he had never thought of harming her.

Now, thinking that Hermione might run into the troll because of him, he was both guilty and regretful.

“He's heading to the fourth floor.”

Harry's attention was still on Snape, after all, the fourth floor was a restricted area that Dumbledore had specifically mentioned.

Ron raised his hand to signal, “Harry, we're here to find…”

Before he could finish speaking, a voice interrupted him.

“I suggest you don't focus on him.”

“Sherlock!”

The moment he saw Sherlock, Harry was overjoyed, the feeling of finding his backbone again… couldn't be any happier.

As for Ron, he immediately noticed Hermione beside Sherlock.

He couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief: “Sherlock, you really came to save her!”

Strangely, when he saw Hermione standing safely beside Sherlock, for some reason, he suddenly had a very subtle thought.

If I were the one who saved her, that would be great.

Ron was startled by his own thought as soon as it arose.

Damn, how could I think like that?

It's most important that Granger is safe and sound!

Maybe it's because I hurt her, so I want to save her with my own hands?

Yeah, that must be it!

Ron thought.

“Well, sort of,” Sherlock nodded, “It's also to verify a hypothesis of mine.”

“What hypothesis? By the way, did you see the troll just now?”

“Of course,” Sherlock looked into the distance, his eyes gradually deepening, he looked at Harry and Ron, “I want to continue following it, do you want to come along?”

“Let's go, let's go, let's go!”

Now that Hermione was safe, the adventurous factors in the others' bodies were immediately stirred up.

Tracking a professor who is also the head of a house, just thinking about it is exciting!

“It? Not him?”

Only Hermione noticed Sherlock's pronoun.

“Hermione, you've spotted the blind spot,” Sherlock smiled at Hermione, affirming her statement, “It is 'it'.”

Harry and Ron then reacted, “Wait, aren't we following Snape?”

“No, it's the troll.”

“What?”

Harry, Hermione, and Ron all widened their eyes.

“Don't look at me like that,” Sherlock said calmly, “If my deduction is correct, what follows is the key… do you still want to go?”

“Of course!”

Although they felt that Sherlock's behavior at this time was a bit inexplicable, the three companions did not hesitate to follow him.

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