Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

In a Quidditch match, the team that catches the Golden Snitch gets an additional one hundred and fifty points.

At the same time, the game ends immediately.

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This means that as long as the score difference between the two sides has not exceeded one hundred and fifty points, the team that catches the Snitch will win.

So, the moment the Golden Snitch appeared, Harry and the Slytherin Seeker naturally rushed towards it without hesitation.

The two launched almost simultaneously, initially neck and neck.

But as the youngest Seeker in a century, Harry was by no means a mere figurehead.

Despite starting at the same time, he quickly gained a full body length advantage over his opponent thanks to his special flying posture and equipment.

Anyone with a bit of insight could see that, barring any accidents, Harry would definitely catch the Golden Snitch.

Snape, witnessing this scene, seemed to be reminded of something, and a clear look of disgust appeared in his eyes.

Not far to his right, Quirrell, staring at Harry, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Hermione, who had been hiding nearby, quickly tightened her grip on her wand upon seeing this.

Is he finally going to make a move?

Just as Harry was about to catch the Snitch, an unexpected event occurred.

With a loud "Bang," Marcus Flint, the captain of Slytherin, flew in from the side and crashed straight into Harry.

Hit by the strong impact, Harry's Nimbus 2000 violently veered off course.

Fortunately, because he had been reminded by Sherlock beforehand, Harry had been fully prepared.

Faced with this sudden change, he immediately grabbed the broom tightly.

A loud boo immediately erupted throughout the stadium.

Madam Hooch immediately blew her whistle to stop the game.

She flew angrily to Flint and strongly condemned his actions.

She then awarded Gryffindor a free shot in front of the goalposts.

"Flint did it on purpose!"

Ron shouted angrily.

Dean even yelled loudly, "Malicious foul, send him off, referee! Give him a red card!"

"You can't send people off in Quidditch," Ron felt a little regretful hearing what Dean said, "Also, what's a red card?"

Hagrid expressed his agreement with Thomas at this moment, "They should change the rules of the game; Flint almost knocked Harry off his broom in the air."

"He will pay the price."

Sherlock said calmly, looking at the tall Flint.

Ron, Hagrid, Dean, and others suddenly felt as if the surrounding temperature had dropped several degrees.

As Angelina Johnson scored the free shot, the score became twenty to ten, and Gryffindor took the lead again, and the interrupted game resumed.

But with this interruption, the Golden Snitch disappeared from everyone's sight.

This inevitably made people feel a little regretful.

Harry, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief.

Because of Sherlock's reminder, he had been tense from beginning to end.

He even thought that Flint's barbaric collision was also done by Quirrell.

But now it seemed that it was just the other party's personal behavior.

It could only be said that this was a player with no sportsmanship and a corrupt moral character.

This made Harry even begin to suspect whether the other party had Korean blood.

After strongly condemning his opponent in his heart, Harry, who was wandering in the high sky again, felt a little bored and couldn't help but have such a thought:

"Could it be that Sherlock made a mistake?

Even if Quirrell really wanted to harm me, he wouldn't be crazy enough to do it in front of all the teachers and students..."

However, as soon as this thought arose, his flying broom suddenly shook frighteningly.

"Shit!"

Harry cursed angrily.

He quickly abandoned his侥幸 mentality and immediately used all four limbs, grabbing the broom tightly with both hands while clamping it tightly with his knees.

Just one second later, he knew how wise he was to do so.

The Nimbus 2000, which had been as easy to control as an arm, completely ignored his commands and began to shuttle quickly in the air.

Not only that, but it was also accompanied by violent swings from side to side.

Obviously, the flying broom intended to throw Harry, its owner, from the air in the process of continuously spiraling upwards.

Sherlock was naturally the first to notice Harry's abnormality.

He quickly turned his telescope to Quirrell.

Sure enough, Quirrell in the lens was staring at Harry intently.

The strange thing was that the other party didn't open his mouth as he had imagined.

Sherlock immediately reacted.

Good家伙, it's a silent spell!

He turned the lens to Snape again.

This one didn't stare at Harry like Quirrell; he probably hadn't noticed the clue yet.

The main reason was that Slytherin had just thrown the Quaffle into Gryffindor's goal, leveling the score again, attracting the attention of most people, including Snape.

But Snape was Snape after all; he quickly discovered the problem and began to respond immediately.

At this time, only a few people noticed that the Nimbus 2000 was twitching and twisting crazily as if it had gone mad, taking Harry higher and higher, away from the field.

Ron, who had been told by Sherlock, immediately became anxious: "Sherlock!"

"I really don't know what Harry wants to do," Hagrid hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem and muttered, "If I didn't know him so well, I would have thought he couldn't control his broom..."

"You're right," Sherlock said with a cold look, handing the telescope in his hand to Ron, "Keep an eye on him!"

The 'he' referred to was naturally Snape.

Ron grabbed the telescope and saw Snape standing in the middle of the stands opposite them, staring at Harry, muttering non-stop.

"What is he doing? Is he making trouble?"

"On the contrary, he is protecting Harry!"

After saying this, Sherlock raised his wand.

A purple firework burst from the top of his wand.

Now that he had gotten the answer he wanted, it was time to act.

At this time, even the most dull people realized that something was wrong.

Lee Jordan said extremely quickly: "What's wrong with Potter? His flying broom seems to have a problem! Oh my god, he can't control himself!"

Madam Hooch was also a little懵, hesitating whether she should stop the game.

At this moment, Marcus Flint once again showed his lack of sportsmanship, taking the opportunity to catch the Quaffle and score three times in a row.

However, the Gryffindor players were all focused on Harry, and no one paid attention to him.

A group of people surrounded Harry, trying to take him to a safe area first.

However, before they could get close, the flying broom rose again, throwing them far behind.

On the other side of the stands, Hermione, who was ambushing near Quirrell, saw Harry's situation and was very anxious.

Like Sherlock, she also guessed that Quirrell was casting a silent spell.

But thinking of Sherlock's previous instructions, she stubbornly endured and did not interfere.

Anxious, she kept moving her eyes back and forth between Harry, Quirrell, and the direction of Sherlock under the banner.

Several times she couldn't help but want to take action, but in the end, she chose to trust Sherlock.

She crossed her fingers on her knees, silently praying for Harry's safety.

Finally.

A purple firework rose from the direction of the banner.

Hermione immediately realized that it was Sherlock's signal to herself.

Without saying a word, she took out her wand and whispered the spell she had prepared.

Soon, bright blue flames sprang out from the wand and went straight for the hem of Quirrell's robe.