Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Firenze held great reverence for destiny.

This was similar to other centaurs.

However, unlike the other centaurs who generally loathed wizards, he was not as repulsed by humans and did not hesitate to lend a helping hand when they were in danger.

This made him an oddity among the centaurs.

Ronan and Bane's attitude tonight was the best illustration of this.

Friends of mine often know that Mars is always associated with elements such as war, conflict, and violence.

The centaur Ronan repeatedly telling Sherlock and Hagrid that Mars was bright was essentially an insinuation that the magical world was facing a potential crisis and upheaval.

After a decade of peace, war might be imminent.

Dark forces were rising, which could trigger conflicts and disasters.

All of this was closely related to Voldemort's resurrection and his attempt to seize the Philosopher's Stone.

Unfortunately, the centaurs never spoke plainly,

so they could only express their views by constantly repeating this sentence.

However, compared to Sherlock's 'A madman suddenly grinds his knife at night; a baleful star flickers over the Emperor's throne,' this sentence, 'Mars is bright tonight,' was worlds apart.

The two sentences expressed the same meaning, but the latter's artistic conception directly crushed the former.

Firenze made up his mind.

When he returned to the centaur herd, he would also use this sentence to replace 'Mars is bright tonight.'

This perfectly matched the centaur's characteristics, making people feel inexplicably awed.

Firenze did not expect that Sherlock's seemingly unintentional action would greatly change his position in the centaur herd.

At the same time, Sherlock was explaining to the curious Hagrid and Harry, who was under the Invisibility Cloak:

"This Christmas, a classmate gave me a strange book.

It was full of bizarre content, including Eastern mystical symbols and stories.

Among them were these two lines of poetry, along with simple annotations.

This sentence originated from an ancient Chinese general.

This ancient and mysterious Eastern country spent a full five thousand years studying human nature. No one in this world understands it better than they do."

Hagrid listened, half-understanding, and couldn't help but ask, "Why did you say that to him?"

"I just hope that this centaur friend who has shown us kindness will have an easier time when he returns.

Alright, Hagrid, please settle the unicorn as soon as possible, or our Headmaster will be going to bed."

Hagrid hurriedly dealt with the injured unicorn and took Sherlock straight to the Headmaster's office.

Dumbledore, seeing the two, looked a little helpless.

"Couldn't you be considerate of this old man? What could be so important that it couldn't wait until tomorrow?"

At this time, Dumbledore was wearing a set of pajamas covered with stars, obviously intending to go to sleep.

"Sir, you understand me."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Hagrid couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"If there's nothing important, I—"

"Dear Rubeus, of course I understand you. It seems there's news about the Forbidden Forest?"

Dumbledore asked understandingly.

Hagrid nodded emphatically: "Yes! Although we saved the unicorn, the poacher ran away. Sherlock even came face to face with him.

Also, Sherlock said he is, is, is—"

Seeing Hagrid's lips trembling, unable to say the name, Dumbledore was not surprised, and simply turned his gaze to Sherlock.

"It's Voldemort."

Hagrid shivered immediately, taking a deep breath.

He didn't notice that the space beside him produced a slight, unnatural tremor at that moment.

Dumbledore's glasses flashed, and he turned his gaze to Hagrid again, saying in a gentle voice:

"Hagrid, could you please leave for a moment?"

Hagrid: ’(°－°”)

After the dejected Hagrid left the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore glanced at Sherlock and said with a smile, "I thought you would persuade me to let Hagrid stay."

"There's no need. The things we're going to talk about next are indeed not suitable for him to know."

Sherlock said calmly, "He's like he's taken Veritaserum by nature."

"That's a very—· vivid and apt analogy."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then smiled again, "Well, but I think your other friend can show himself now, right?"

Harry, wearing the Invisibility Cloak, remained motionless.

Having spent a long time with Sherlock, Harry was no longer as ignorant as he was when he first entered school. Who knew if Dumbledore was trying to trick him?

"Show yourself. You were discovered the moment you entered the office."

As soon as Sherlock said this, Harry immediately took off the Invisibility Cloak without hesitation.

He looked at Dumbledore somewhat awkwardly: "Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to find me."

"How strange, you've actually become more confident after becoming invisible."

Noticing that Dumbledore still had a smile on his face, Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Good, good, Dumbledore wasn't angry.

"So Sherlock, how did you know I discovered Harry?"

"It's very simple. A person who is good at observation, if he observes the things he comes into contact with accurately and systematically, can deduce the thoughts in a person's heart from the expression in an instant, every twitch of the muscles, and every movement of the eyes.

When Hagrid and I first entered, your gaze, in addition to focusing on the two of us, also lingered on the position beside me for three seconds—that was exactly Harry's position.

Also, when Hagrid mentioned Voldemort just now, your gaze shifted to his position again.

Two confirmations are enough to explain the problem."

Dumbledore revealed a thoughtful look.

After a moment, he waved his wand and conjured two glasses of lemonade, sending them to Sherlock and Harry.

"Have a glass first!"

Sherlock didn't move.

Harry said thank you, then grabbed it and drank it all in one gulp.

Although he didn't directly participate in the battle tonight, following Sherlock in and out of the Forbidden Forest also consumed a lot of energy. He really needed to replenish his fluids.

Then he regretted it.

It was too damn sweet!

Heaven knows how much sugar Dumbledore added to this glass of water.

He couldn't taste the sourness of the lemon at all.

Only then did he notice that Sherlock didn't move, and he secretly admired his friend's foresight.

Dumbledore didn't seem to notice this scene. He asked in a gentle voice:

"So, the person who actually participated in the battle tonight wasn't one, but two, right?"

Harry couldn't help but feel ashamed when he heard this: "Sir, this time it was all thanks to Sherlock. I only had time to launch fireworks into the sky."

"No, Harry, if you hadn't done that, Voldemort wouldn't have left so quickly."

"But—"

"Don't worry about these details."

Dumbledore pushed his glasses up: "You've done very well tonight. I believe your friend thinks so too."

"That's right."

Sherlock echoed Dumbledore's statement, "In fact, I made an oversight in tonight's operation."

"Oversight? What oversight?"

Hearing Sherlock's words, Dumbledore immediately became interested.

He was particularly curious about this genius who he believed surpassed that person.

Sherlock didn't answer, but drew his wand and waved it.

Purple fireworks then burst from the tip of the wand.

"A very good warning charm. I used it on Halloween once. I didn't expect you to apply it to practice so quickly."

Dumbledore nodded approvingly. He changed the subject, "But this doesn't seem to have anything to do with our topic just now."

"Harry fired red sparks after encountering Voldemort."

Sherlock said calmly.

Dumbledore understood immediately.

Harry was stunned for a moment before he realized, "I, I didn't think of that at all!"

"Rubeus didn't think of it either, did he?"

Dumbledore smiled, "Believe me, Harry, he'll forget about it soon."

"But not everyone is Hagrid," Sherlock said with a serious face, "I should have told Harry this in advance before the battle."

"Alright, Sherlock, you've done enough tonight.

If it were me when I first entered Hogwarts, I wouldn't be as good as you!

"Yes, after all, you didn't have a powerful Headmaster behind you to support you in fighting the Dark Lord."

Dumbledore: "...—"

Having once again experienced Sherlock's venomous tongue, Dumbledore decisively decided to avoid this topic first.

"In fact, Voldemort's desire for unicorn blood far exceeds your imagination.

The fact that you were able to stop him today is already the greatest victory."

Sherlock frowned, disagreeing with Dumbledore: "Unicorn blood can only extend his life while burdening him with a curse. The Philosopher's Stone is his fundamental goal."

"That's because you don't know that unicorn blood, in addition to extending life, has another effect that few people know about."

Sherlock looked at Dumbledore with some surprise.

Dumbledore said calmly: "That is to create a temporary body cursed by dark magic."

As if a bolt of lightning flashed through his mind, Sherlock instantly connected all the clues.

If that was the case, then the harvest from today's encounter with Voldemort would be greater than imagined.

No wonder Quirrell, or rather Voldemort, didn't drink the blood after killing the unicorn.

Because what he needed was the unicorn watching its own life drain away bit by bit, powerless, so that the unicorn could maintain the greatest resentment before its death.

Speaking of which, with Sherlock's vast amount of reading, he had really seen many similar settings.

For example, in the literary works of a certain mysterious ancient Eastern civilization, evil cultivators liked to use this method to refine magical artifacts.

As a dark wizard, Voldemort was even inferior to those evil cultivators to some extent.

After all, according to the descriptions in those literary works, the number of people Voldemort had killed in his life was only equal to the number of lives those demons slaughtered in a single day.

But it wasn't a problem. Different national conditions.

At this time, Harry had already told Dumbledore everything that happened tonight.

In this process, Sherlock did not add anything.

Because he found that Harry did have a talent for description and summarization.

"The current Voldemort is already very weak. Judging from his hasty actions and the battle process tonight, his control over Quirrell is not as perfect as I imagined, so—"

After listening to Harry's words, Dumbledore pondered for a moment and said in a gentle voice: "I hope you can defeat him again."

"Me?"

Harry looked incredulous.

He pointed to his nose and couldn't help but ask:

"Sir, I'm just a first-year student who hasn't even learned a few offensive spells. You want me to deal with Voldemort and Quirrell?"

One is influenced by those he associates with.

If this world didn't have Sherlock, when Dumbledore entrusted this matter to him, he might have thought that he was a person of great importance.

Burdened with a special mission and fueled by the hatred of his parents, he would have rushed to fight Voldemort head-on even without Dumbledore's encouragement.

But having spent so long with Sherlock, Harry had grown a brain.

Now that Dumbledore wanted to use the same old tricks to deal with him, it naturally wouldn't work.

Hearing Harry's question, Dumbledore was a little surprised.

Harry shouldn't be this kind of person!

But he soon understood where the problem lay.

His gaze turned to Sherlock.

Sherlock: ()