Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

"Gerald, what's going on?!" Ron looked back and forth several times and asked anxiously, holding his wand in his hand, feeling that this situation was completely beyond his expectations. .

"Ron, wait, don't worry, this situation is also possible now." Gerald raised his eyebrows with interest, and looked at the figure in the corridor on the fourth floor - because of the direction, Gerald and the others could only Seeing the back of the person who is suspected to be Professor Quirrell, "I know a potion——Professor Snape has popularized common sense to me before, so I know—— Compound Potion, um, there is such a possibility, of course there is Another..." Gerald put away the crystal ball and stood up.

Ron looked at Gerald with some confusion and asked, "Gerald, what on earth are you trying to say?! Isn't the key now that we should stop that Professor Quirrell on the fourth floor?" Count the time, Professor Dumbledore Before returning to school, Professor Snape was watching another Professor Quirrell on the court, and now it's only the two of them playing!

"No hurry, let's go to Professor Quirrell's office on the third floor again, this time we need common sense to see if we can go in..." Gerald glanced at Ron, "Ron, don't worry, since Dumbledore The professor is confident that he will place the Sorcerer's Stone in Hogwarts, which means that Headmaster Dumbledore has made thorough preparations, not just as simple as a few levels arranged by the professors, but also, I have some other ideas that need to be confirmed , now, let's go!"

Ron looked at the corridor on the fourth floor with some embarrassment, and then, under the urging of Gerald, the two quickly went downstairs towards Professor Quirrell's office.

There are no portraits or any signs at the entrance of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, just a door number, but because it is the professor's office, an import and export order is still required.Ron and Gerald stood in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. Gerald carefully looked at the traces around the door frame, and then closed his eyes under Ron's gaze.

He began to recall Professor Quirrell's reaction to his constant surveillance this semester - timid, cowardly, vicious, self-pity, resentful of everything, fearful, wandering in the Forbidden Forest or surrounding the surroundings except when teaching. The building was constantly turning around, during which time he had left the school gate at least once, probably through a secret passage, otherwise Dumbledore could not have known about it (Gerald had consulted Principal Dumbledore about Professor Quirrell’s access) .

The action is sneaky and completely circles around the Sorcerer's Stone.

What kind of import and export orders would such a person set up?Gerald began to think back to the stories and exclamations that Professor Quirrell told in class.

——Life is so ruthless, everyone's fate is determined by Merlin, so don't fight, when facing danger, we may just need to follow the only way to survive...

——Ah, my adventure is actually not interesting at all, to be honest, that vampire is really scary, you should be careful in the future.

——Actually, you will get used to the smell of garlic after smelling it for a long time. Everyone will get used to it, just like me.

—— You must be serious about studying every class. Even if what I say may not be good and there is nothing new, you still have to be serious about learning. Otherwise, if you really encounter something, it will be really difficult late.

——Well, stuttering, uh, that, I, I, I'm just a little, a little nervous.Yes, yes, nervous, um, I, I don’t know, Tao, the next moment, a moment, I, I will happen, a, a, what, what!

——…Man, do me a favor... do me a favor...I...I...immediately...

Gerald opened his eyes, Ron looked at him expectantly, Gerald paused and said, "Fate!"

The stone door opened in response!

At this time, Ron's mouth grew enough to fit a fist. He looked at Gerald with a disbelief on his face: "You—Gerald! How on earth do you know?! Merlin, really It's incredible!!"

"It's just analyzing the professor's psychology. After all, it's just a few words that touch all his thoughts. The word fate makes him feel deeply, especially at this time." Gerald blinked, and he looked at the door facing himself The open office did not enter rashly.

Ron closed his mouth, raised his foot excitedly and wanted to enter the door, but was stopped by Gerald.

"Ron, use your brains, this is the office of that person's subordinates, and this professor is still teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, are you just going in like that?!" Gerald said helplessly, Grabbing Ron's hand, preventing him from going in.

"Oh! Yes, Gerald, you're right!" Ron hurried back back, standing next to Gerald, holding a wand in his hand, and looked into the office with some trepidation after being told. "Then what should we do now? Just stand at the door and take a look?"

"Yes, just take a look. Not only the eyes, but the smell smelled by the nose can also be used as the basis for analysis." Gerald scanned the entire office, and constantly changed the angle of view...

"...Gerald, can you see anything like this?" Ron asked curiously.

Gerald turned his head and glanced at Ron and said, "After a quick glance, Professor Quirrell is very tidy and has a certain taste." The whole office is spotless, and the exhibits are all rare boutiques , among other things, let’s just talk about the silver goblet on Professor Quirrell’s desk. The cup holder is made of scattered ivy. nice one.

"The garlic smell in the office is not strong, it's more of a rancid smell, but it's not directly the smell of a corpse. I've smelled this smell before... so I can clearly recognize it..." Gerald looked Speaking solemnly, he looked at Professor Quirrell's office again, and felt that he must have missed something. "If there aren't any living bodies decomposing in the office...but this smell is obviously formed by the corpses staying in this room for a long time..."

Ron's eyes almost circled when he heard it, "You mean the things in the office are stinky? Because something has been rotting here for a long time?!"

"Yes, but the whole office is obviously tidy and the users pay great attention to the integrity of the items, and take great care when using them..." Generally, it is impossible for such items to be stained with any smell. Guess right...

"If you clean it often, it should be tasteless..." Ron said, remembering his mother's appearance every time the house was cleaned, and looked at the office that seemed to be shining in front of him with a toothache, tsk, it's really clean .

"That means..." Gerald made a bold guess, "Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is slowly rotting!"

"!!!!" Ron was startled by this sentence, he looked at Gerald without reacting, and felt that he was definitely hallucinating!

Gerald put his finger on his chin, he deduced all the way according to his guess, felt that his idea was not wrong, and perfectly explained why Professor Quirrell became more and more anxious these days, and the smell on his body became stronger and stronger. Even walking is a little vain!

——It’s all because Professor Quirrell’s body can’t hold on anymore!

"You—you!" Ron finally came to his senses. He stared at Gerald and said, "What the hell were you talking about just now! How could a living person be corrupted casually! You must be Funny! Gerald, tell me you're kidding!"

"Yes, Ron, what you said is also a problem. It is true that a living person cannot rot casually, but what if he is a dead person?! We have never been near Professor Quirrell, and no one knows whether his heart It's still beating, and no one knows if his body is still warm." Gerrard said lightly, he turned to look at Ron: "Besides, this is the magic world, where anything can happen, so we have to Assume any conjecture, never let go of any possibility!"

Ron was taken aback. He looked at Gerald blankly, and then nodded with a slow reaction.

Suddenly, there was a burst of applause!

Ron and Gerald looked towards the source of the sound together—Professor Quirrell was standing at the corner with a smile on his face and applauding! !

"What a clever boy, Quirrell, let me see them, look at that clever little wizard!" A hoarse voice sounded, with an ominous and gloomy taste.Hearing this, Quirrell shrank his shoulders in fear, and the two little wizards were stunned by Professor Quirrell who appeared in front of them, and they haven't reacted yet!

Afterwards, Professor Quirrell peeled off the big purple scarf on his head little by little, and when the scarf fell completely on the ground to reveal Professor Quirrell's bald head, Gerald resumed his normal thinking. Ron next to him Then he looked at his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with a blank expression.

Professor Quirrell turned around - Gerald and Ron opened their eyes wide at the same time!

——There is a human face on the back of the head that should be smooth and nothing!There are no eyebrows, the eyes are two thin slits, the nostrils are big, and the mouth looks like it was cut by a knife!Terrible, and terrifying!

"It's the little black-haired wizard—Gerald Holmes, what a clever boy!" The mouth was opened and closed like a knife, and the voice was hoarse with the friction of rolling sand and stones. All the little wizards had goosebumps all over their bodies together!

——It's really scary and disgusting!

"You... who are you..." Gerald said with some uncertainty, he had recovered his thinking and his usual calm at this time, and Gerald was trying to observe the back of Professor Quirrell's head , by the way, pinched Ron severely to bring him back to his senses.

"Me? I'm Voldemort," said the face on the back of his head, opening his mouth.