Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Hermione was very angry.

She was already unhappy that Sherlock hadn't contacted her during the holidays.

Now, upon hearing that Sherlock had actually taken Harry to Privet Drive, she was naturally even more displeased.

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Why wasn't she invited to such an interesting event?

Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now.

In the end, at Ron's strong suggestion, Sherlock compensated by playing several of their favorite violin pieces in a row.

Ron had seized an opportunity this time.

Sherlock played the violin very well, even able to play some difficult pieces.

However.

He just didn't play properly.

During his time living at Sherlock's house, Ron had endured Sherlock's ear-splitting solos more than once.

Every evening, Sherlock would lean back in his armchair, place the violin flat on his lap, and play randomly with his eyes closed.

The sound was sometimes high-pitched and melancholic, sometimes strange and cheerful, and sometimes harsh and grating, like sawing wood.

Ron suffered terribly.

Only Mr. and Mrs. Holmes seemed to have long been accustomed to it.

Harry didn't say a word.

In this situation, Ron could only run to his bedroom and shut the door tightly.

However, Sherlock's violin playing was extremely penetrating, and he could hear it even through the door.

It really made him miserable.

Now that Hermione, this strong reinforcement, had arrived, he decisively seized the opportunity to make a request.

In the end, a result that satisfied everyone was achieved.

Hermione's anger dissipated.

Ron also breathed a long sigh of relief.

He even thought that if this situation continued for a few more days, he would probably explode.

The Granger family of three left after dinner.

Hermione was still a little reluctant.

But she could only repeatedly urge Sherlock again as she left, telling him to call or send a letter by owl.

A few more days passed, and the time finally came to December 25, 1991.

Christmas Day.

On this day, Mr. Granger's angry words from a few days ago came true.

The unbreakable alliance that became a self-defeating alliance really became a laughing stock in the international community.

It is no exaggeration to say that the collapse of the alliance is the most far-reaching major international event affecting the Muggle world order since World War II.

As for whether this matter will have an impact on the magical world, it is still unknown for the time being.

However, for the young wizards attending Hogwarts, this matter obviously has little impact.

Not to mention that many people simply don't know, even if they do, they are more concerned about what Christmas gifts they received than this matter.

When Sherlock, Harry, and Ron woke up in the morning, gifts had already appeared in their respective rooms.

This is also a benefit of the magical world.

Owls can replace the old man in the red hat and white beard to deliver Christmas gifts to them.

Sherlock stared at a large pile of packages in silence.

He was a little surprised.

So many people actually sent him gifts?

"Surprise!"

"Merry Christmas!"

Just as he was pondering, Harry and Ron suddenly pushed open Sherlock's door.

Obviously, the two were planning to give him a surprise.

But when they saw the room piled full of packages, they couldn't help but gasp at the same time.

"Hiss—...."

"Sherlock, you actually received so many gifts!"

In fact, when Harry woke up in the morning and saw the small pile of packages placed at the foot of his bed, he was already very surprised.

Coincidentally, Ron knocked on his door at this time, and he immediately excitedly pointed these out to the latter:

"Come and see, I received several gifts!

"What did you think you'd receive? Cabbages?"

Ron laughed at himself after saying this.

His pile of packages was much larger than Harry's.

This was normal, as he had many more relatives and friends than Harry.

The two put their heads together and decided to go find Sherlock first.

Then they saw this shocking scene.

After a while, Ron came back to his senses and pointed to a bulging paper package and said, "This must be from my mom."

"Ron, have you finally learned to reason through observation like Sherlock?"

"I saw the same gift in your room just now."

Ron pouted and said, "She should have knitted one of those Weasley family-specific sweaters for each of you—well, I think Hermione must have received one too."

At Harry and Ron's strong suggestion, the three of them took the gifts they received and unwrapped them together.

As Ron expected, Mrs. Weasley had indeed sent Sherlock a blue hand-knitted sweater with a capital "S" embroidered on the chest.

Harry's sweater was green with an "H" embroidered on the chest, and Ron's was purplish-red with an "R" embroidered on the chest.

A large box of homemade fudge was also included with the sweater.

The taste was also very good.

Next was Hagrid.

He gave each of them a hand-made flute, which was slightly rough but particularly sturdy.

Hermione's gift was more interesting.

She gave Harry a box of horseshoe-shaped chocolates and Ron a large box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

Sherlock received a book.

To Harry and Ron's surprise, this book was not the "Magical Crime Case Files" that they had discussed before, but———

"How to Be a Charismatic Speaker"

There was also a note on the cover with a line written in delicate handwriting: Study hard.

Sherlock:

Harry, Ron: (=)

Sherlock opened the title page and found the following sentence written on it:

[This book provides exclusive recipes for language communication skills, allowing you to become a speaker who is silent until he speaks, and then amazes the world]

Sherlock: 〒_〒

Seeing Sherlock's silence, Ron finally couldn't help but ask: "Sherlock, what did you give Hermione?"

"It wouldn't be a book too, would it?" Harry guessed.

"It's a book."

Harry and Ron pricked up their ears.

"The title is 'Learn Makeup from Zero'."

Harry and Ron immediately gasped.

Good heavens!

Are you two hurting each other here!

"I don't understand."

Harry said he couldn't understand.

"Why would you give Hermione that kind of book?"

Sherlock's gifts to himself and Ron were very practical—a wand was undoubtedly a timely gift for Ron, and the wizard chess was also passable for himself.

How did the style suddenly change when it came to Hermione?

"When giving gifts, you must consider actual needs."

Harry: ’(°－°

"Sherlock, let me ask, do you think—Hermione needs to learn makeup and dress up?"

"Obviously."

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

It turned out like this.

No wonder Hermione gave you this book in return, and even withdrew the "Magical Crime Case Files" that she had prepared long ago.

"That—what gifts did you give to others?"

Since the topic was brought up, Harry became interested and asked.

"Professor Dumbledore is getting a periodontal checkup and free teeth cleaning for the third year in a row.

Professor McGonagall is getting a set of British-style tea sets.

Professor Snape is getting a small freezer for long-term storage of medicines.

Professor Flitwick is getting a music box that can be charged or powered by batteries.

Professor Sprout and Hagrid both got books, 'Home Gardening Ornamental Atlas' and 'Complete Collection of Rare Wild Animals'."

Hearing Sherlock's unthinking answer, Harry and Ron couldn't help but look at each other.

So the question is.

The gifts given to the professors and the two of them were very normal, so why did the style suddenly change when it came to Hermione?

Why is this?

Why?

Forget it, things have come to this point, it is useless to say more.

Anyway, their gifts have been sent, as for Sherlock and Hermione—

Whatever!

In the process of unwrapping the gifts next, the two understood why Sherlock would receive so many gifts.

"Dear Holmes, I sincerely thank you for covering for me again and again in Charms class—your faithful Seamus Finnigan."

"To Holmes, thank you for recommending an excellent Seeker to the team, of course, it would be even better if you could join us—Oliver Wood, who welcomes you at all times."

"Sherlock, thank you for helping me find Leif every time—Neville Longbottom."

"Holmes, thanks to you, my father was able to get rid of suspicion, I wish you a Merry Christmas—Hannah.

Abbott's whole family."

"Mr. Holmes, thank you for solving my problem—Cho Chang."

It was not until this time that Harry and Ron understood how many good things Sherlock had done behind their backs.

Although this sounds a bit weird, it is indeed the case.

"That—Sherlock, have you ever considered being a detective in the future?"

"Dear Harry, my childhood dream was to be a pirate."

"Um—this—"

Harry suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Wait, tell me first, what is a detective?"

Thus, a morning slowly passed in the calm conversation of the three.

After lunch, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes went out for a walk, and the three friends stayed indoors.

Harry and Ron restarted the wizard chess—for Ron, playing the king's game every day, occasionally playing bronze is also a good adjustment.

Sherlock was staring at the wall in a daze.

If no one reminded him, he might continue like this for an afternoon.

Until Hermione called.

She stiffly told Sherlock that Mr. Granger had taken Mr. Holmes's advice and borrowed some rubles from the bank.

Judging from the current situation, he must have won this transaction.

I just don't know if it's a small win, a medium win, or a big win.

When she found that Sherlock was responding perfunctorily and did not explain the Christmas gifts, she angrily hung up the phone.

Soon after, the phone rang again, and Hermione talked endlessly about the other gifts she received.

It can't be said to be satisfactory, at least it is passable.

However, Sherlock still made no indication.

Hermione hung up the phone again in anger.

After that, Sherlock proposed to go for a walk outside, and didn't let Harry and Ron follow.

As soon as Sherlock left, Ron took the lead and said: "Actually, sometimes I also think Hermione is very annoying. Sherlock must not want to answer Hermione's call before leaving."

"Obviously."

"Hey, buddy, don't learn Sherlock's way of speaking!"

"Do I?"

"Obviously."

"You still have the nerve to say me!"

The two were arguing when the phone rang again.

Harry and Ron couldn't help but look at each other, and then made the same choice—ignore it.

However, to their dismay, Hermione seemed to have made up her mind and refused to give up, insisting on making this call.

"What perseverance."

Ron shook his head and nudged Harry with his elbow, "Go, old Harry, you know, I can't handle this stuff...."

Harry sighed a long time, stepped forward and picked up the microphone, and the originally tenacious ringtone came to an abrupt end.

"Hermione, Sherlock has gone out!"

To Harry's surprise, there was first a silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the voice of a strange man:

"Are you Harry Potter, or Ron Weasley?"

Harry said, "Who are you?"

The strange man chuckled: "Me? I am the person who is most like a friend that Sherlock Holmes can make."

"What are you saying? What does that mean?"

Harry was shocked and quickly gestured to Ron.

Ron looked at Harry in confusion.

Harry was very anxious, gesticulating and mouthing, finally making Ron understand what he meant.

Ron didn't say a word, and immediately went out to find Sherlock.

The strange man on the other side seemed unaware and continued in a calm voice:

"Enemies—at least he thinks so. If you ask him, he might say I'm his nemesis, haha, he just likes to exaggerate, am I right, Mr. Harry Potter?"

"How did you..."

The surprise in Harry's heart grew stronger and stronger.

This mysterious man knew that he and Ron were on the phone as soon as he answered the phone, and now he has further narrowed the scope and directly located him personally.

"Didn't you just let Mr. Weasley leave?"

The voice laughed:

"It seems that Holmes must not have told you that making other movements while speaking will affect the vocal cords? Also, your friend's movements are a bit too big, and the sound of opening and closing doors can be heard from several feet away."

"Who exactly are you?"

"I said, I am Sherlock Holmes' nemesis—so, are you going to continue to be friends with him?"

"That's none of your business!"

"That's hard to say."

The voice laughed again, the laughter filled with joy.

"The reason I'm calling is to tell you that I'm willing to pay you a considerable amount of money on a regular basis, as long as you do me a favor."

"What favor?"

Harry, who was already vigilant, raised his attention again.

"Information! No need to pry into people's privacy, and it won't embarrass you, just tell me what he's doing."

"Why, who exactly are you, and what is your purpose in doing all this?"

This was the third time Harry had asked about the other person's identity.

However, the other party still avoided answering the question:

"Because he always makes me worry, I care about his life a lot—but for various reasons, I hope you can keep this a secret."

"I won't agree!"

"Calm down, Mr. Potter, I haven't even mentioned the specifics of the reward yet."

"It has nothing to do with that. I'm just not interested—and besides, Sherlock is my friend, I won't help you do something like this!"

Harry said decisively.

"Do you not trust anyone except Sherlock Holmes?"

For some reason, even though Harry had refused, the voice on the other end didn't sound angry at all, but instead became lighter.

"Or should I talk to Mr. Ron Weasley?

As far as I know, he is not very well-off, and I imagine he would be happy to help me."