Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Harry naturally had no objection to Sherlock's statement.

Overseeing the game was originally his responsibility.

"But—Wood said Snape... Professor Snape would try every means to find excuses to deduct points from Gryffindor."

"That's right."

Sherlock also agreed with Wood's view and then provided a solution:

"Just catch the Golden Snitch before the gap between the two sides widens to one hundred and fifty points."

Seeing Harry nod repeatedly, Ron couldn't help but interrupt.

"Wait, do you guys even know what you're talking about?"

Snape being the Quidditch referee was obviously a very disadvantageous thing, but how come it seemed like a reassurance to Sherlock and Harry?

It's ridiculous!

Hermione also spoke, "Ron is right, even if Professor Snape won't hurt Harry, he certainly doesn't want Gryffindor to win."

Sherlock chuckled lightly:

"That's how Quidditch is, Seeker Harry only needs to devote himself wholeheartedly to the game and catch the Golden Snitch, but Snape, as the referee, has many things to consider."

(A)

This time, not only Ron, but Hermione also couldn't hold back.

Even after Sherlock's repeated emphasis during this time, she already believed that Snape would not harm Harry,

and would even protect Harry.

But Sherlock's words really made it difficult for her to understand.

Wasn't he being sarcastic?

In fact, Sherlock really thought so.

After all, after becoming a referee, Snape had to ensure Harry's personal safety and find ways to deduct points from Gryffindor.

This was indeed very challenging for him.

Not long after Professor Severus Snape was confirmed as the referee for the second Quidditch House Cup match, the match began.

Gryffindor VS Hufflepuff.

Compared to the first match, the little lions had complicated feelings, the little snakes gloated, and the little eagles watched strongly.

On the contrary, the little badgers, as participants, looked carefree and indifferent.

This time, Sherlock didn't go to the locker room to find Harry before the match.

But Wood pulled Harry aside to give him instructions:

"Potter, I don't want to put pressure on you—but we need to catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible today more than ever."

Wood's brow was almost twisted into a rope, "We must make a quick decision! We must not let Snape have time to excessively favor Hufflepuff."

Harry nodded.

On this point, everyone's views were consistent.

Even Sherlock, who had always believed that Snape would protect him, said so.

Due to Harry's outstanding performance in the previous game, there were more spectators this time, almost all the teachers and students of the school came.

"It's a pity Professor Dumbledore didn't come."

Harry looked at the lively and noisy stands and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

If Dumbledore was also present, Quirrell would never dare to hurt him.

Although Sherlock said Snape would protect him, Sherlock also said that with Voldemort's help, Snape's strength was slightly inferior to Quirrell.

Last time, Quirrell almost succeeded.

But this time, Snape specially applied to be the referee and could take action anytime, anywhere, so there should be no problem.

As the referee blew the whistle to start the game, fifteen brooms took off into the air,

Every time a Quidditch match started, Lee Jordan began to use his talent, using his rhythmic voice to start a passionate commentary.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff match officially begins!

If Gryffindor can defeat their opponent in this match, then they, with two consecutive victories, are very likely to snatch the House Cup championship from Slytherin!

I personally think that this game is still a contest between Seekers—provided that the referee can judge fairly..."

"Jordan!"

"Sorry, Professor."

Facing Professor McGonagall, Jordan obediently admitted his mistake.

But he still expressed his meaning.

Like the tactics of the last game, Harry hid far away first.

On the one hand, he was waiting for the Snitch to appear, and on the other hand, he was avoiding being targeted too early.

The moral quality of the Hufflepuff team was much stronger than that of Slytherin.

No one fouled maliciously like Marcus Flint.

Obviously, none of these team members had Korean blood.

At this moment, Snape looked towards Harry.

Harry returned what he thought was a friendly smile.

Snape immediately turned his head away and awarded Hufflepuff a penalty kick—the reason was that George had hit him with a Bludger.

Harry: (--;)

It always felt like this penalty kick had something to do with him.

His guess was quickly confirmed.

Just a minute later, Snape awarded Hufflepuff another penalty kick.

This time the reason was even more outrageous.

Gryffindor Chaser Angelina Johnson's flight path was a straight line, which was a deliberate collision with the referee.

"So—after that obvious biased penalty"

"Jordan!"

Professor McGonagall roared in a low voice.

"I mean, after that controversial penalty——."

"Jordan, I warn you——"

"Okay, okay, after the penalty kick just now, Hufflepuff's lead has expanded to twenty points, although, but I believe this kind of thing happens to everyone.

Currently, Gryffindor still has the ball, I think they can only hope that their Seeker Harry Potter can find the Golden Snitch as soon as possible, otherwise they will be in trouble."

To be fair, with Snape doing this, Lee Jordan felt it was difficult for him to be impartial.

The Gryffindor students even let out a loud boo.

This black whistle was too obvious!

However, they had no choice.

That's how Quidditch matches are, many penalties are originally between penalty and no penalty.

Snape simply penalized all the Hufflepuff balls that could be penalized or not.

The opposite was true for Gryffindor, all the balls that could be penalized or not were not penalized.

Back and forth, the score gradually widened.

It gradually began to rain in the sky.

It started as light rain, but as time went on, the rain became heavier and heavier.

For the two teams of players flying in the sky, the rain gradually began to have an impact.

However, Snape did not call off the game.

A little bit of rain was not worth mentioning.

Oliver Wood was loudly encouraging his teammates:

"It's just a little bit of rain, everyone, the weather we practiced in was much worse than this!"

"Yes, yes, even if a forbidden curse fell from the sky, you wouldn't stop practicing!"

George Weasley rushed to the front and smashed a Bludger hard at the opponent's Seeker, and by the way, complained.

The arena was in full swing, and the stands were equally lively.

Before the game officially started, Sherlock said he had something to do and left the stands in Hermione and Ron's puzzled eyes.

When Malfoy, who was originally far away, saw this situation, he was overjoyed and came over with Crabbe and Goyle.

When the game officially started, Malfoy began to ridicule Harry, and Ron led Neville, Dean, Seamus and others to retort.

Hermione did not participate in the verbal battle between the two sides, she put her hands together on her knees and kept chanting.

"Harry, hurry up!"

Although Quirrell had not shown any unusual behavior so far, Hermione was worried that this guy would do the opposite.

As Snape's penalties became more and more outrageous, the gunpowder smell between the Gryffindor and Slytherin students in the stands became stronger and stronger.

After Malfoy ridiculed Gryffindor again, Ron couldn't help but roar:

"Damn it, you bastard is so arrogant because Sherlock is not here!"

When Ron said this, Malfoy suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"I'm afraid of him? Just kidding, just a... Muggle-born guy, relying on a little cleverness to get the care of the professors!"

Ron didn't dare to take his eyes off the arena, but he refused to give in:

"If Sherlock was still here, Malfoy, you wouldn't even dare to fart!"

"Weasley, are you just using other people's names to scare me?

If brains were gold, you would be broke!"

Ron's ears turned red all of a sudden: "Malfoy, I hope your bones are as hard as your mouth!"

"Ron, don't be provoked by him—oh my god, look at Harry!"

Hermione, who was originally persuading Ron, suddenly screamed,

In the arena, Harry, who was wandering outside the crowd, suddenly changed direction and made a rapid dive.

At this time, the Hufflepuff Seeker had not realized what had happened.

"You're lucky, Weasley, Scarhead obviously saw money on the ground!"

Malfoy ridiculed again.

This time, Ron finally couldn't help it.

But.

Before he could exert his strength, Malfoy had already fallen.

Seeing a familiar figure appearing in the stands, Hermione and Ron cheered together:

"Sherlock!"

"You are also lucky, Chrome Boy."

Sherlock retracted his fist and turned to Crabbe and Goyle, "Why don't you go pick it up together?"

Faced with Sherlock, Crabbe and Goyle's ending was not much better than when they first arrived at Hogwarts on the Hogwarts Express.

In just one encounter, they followed in Malfoy's footsteps and fell directly to the side.

At the same time, Harry in the high altitude was riding his Nimbus 2000 and whizzed past Snape.

The air current brought by the gale blew up a corner of Snape's black robe.

This made the latter frown deeply.

But before he could find an excuse to issue a penalty kick, Harry had stopped only a few inches away from him.

The next moment, Harry raised his right hand high, just like the last game.

The Golden Snitch was in his grasp.

This game was declared over.

The entire arena was immediately drowned in cheers.

This was a new record, the fastest record for catching the Golden Snitch in the history of the House Cup.

"We won, we won! The Gryffindor team won!"

Hermione in the stands screamed and jumped on the chair, and hugged Sherlock tightly.

At this time, Harry also jumped off his Nimbus 2000 at a height of one foot above the ground.

Snape landed next to Harry, he was pursing his lips tightly while keeping a straight face.

Obviously, this result did not make him happy at all.

Looking at his stinky face, and thinking about the penalties he made in the Quidditch match just now, Harry originally didn't want to pay attention to him.

But thinking of the flower language that Sherlock had explained to him, and that special Christmas gift, Harry still said to him sincerely:

"Thank you, Professor."