Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

The next week's breakfast, except for a few Hogwoods students, did not eat well.The house-elves in the kitchen were very distressed by this, and they made a richer breakfast in different ways.But what's the use?If you hear other people discussing topics such as high-level magweave or the actual effect of black magic and alchemy synthesis array human sacrifice, your appetite will not be much better.

Harry, of course, was at the center of the discussion.At first he just chatted with Hermione between meals, but he soon became dissatisfied with this efficiency and started scurrying around the tables of various houses.Ravenclaw deserves to be hailed as the most intelligent college. They know a lot of side knowledge, but they are slightly lacking in practice; Harry also likes to go to Hufflepuff's table, Cedric Greeting him warmly while trying to keep the House Badgers from being intimidated by their subjects; as for the Slytherins, they were perhaps the most devastated of all...

"Harry, how could I know such a horrible thing!" Draco yelled at him in a low voice.

"Didn't you say that there are many dark wizards in Slytherin? You should have mastered the knowledge of human body decomposition."

"You..." If you don't understand the boy's words, there are really no allusions or sarcasm, and you just want to get information, he will definitely give him a "black snake out of its hole".

"Our courses are all the same. Don't you know what you have learned?"

"Your family?"

"We don't have any at home!" Even if there is a father, he will not let him see it at present. Most of the black magic is forbidden because of its harm to the caster rather than to the target of the spell. Those famous white magic are but Equally destructive.

"Oh." Harry tilted his head, took out a book from his schoolbag and stuffed it into the platinum boy's hand, "Then I will lend you this book."

It was a large book with a black gilt cover, and it read—Human Anatomy.

"Sherlock also commented on it." Harry turned the pages of the book and pointed it out to Draco. Basically, there were a lot of comments next to the pictures in each chapter, and some of them had redrawn structural diagrams from other perspectives.He patted the other person on the shoulder, "I've already finished reading it, so don't rush to return it to me. Study hard and don't lose your inheritance."

"Harry Potter!"

After the first few times this had happened, Marcus Flint, the senior Slytherin, had finally decided to save their poor first year, and the stomach of the entire house.He just couldn't let this conversation go on.

"Dear Mr. Potter," he deliberately prolonged his tone and lowered his pitch, "You can no longer disturb our students."

Harry lowered his head, then raised it again, imitating Sherlock's expression as he begged John for forgiveness: "Can't you?"

"No...no." Marcus struggled to get the words out. Who did this savior learn from? "Breakfast time is really not a good time to discuss such, uh...deep academic questions."

"Not a good time?" His remarks were strongly retorted by Hermione, who came to Harry for class, "Sorting out the questions you want to know before class will help you study all day! If you don't know how to study, don't mess around Cut in" Then she raised her head, happily took Harry on her arm to go to class, and left a comment for Marcus: On a certain morning of a certain month and a certain day, the Slytherin Quidditch captain said that he was very fond of a bitch Before all the wizard's harsh comments, he was hit on the head with one sentence-simple mind and well-developed limbs.

And so Draco Malfoy's life unfolded in chaos.On the one hand, he was bothered by Harry's wonderful thoughts, and on the other hand, he felt fresh about it.He finally read the "Human Anatomy" carefully, and was amazed at the research level of Muggles in this area. At the same time, he had to admit that people themselves are really a huge treasure trove and mystery. Those knowledge seem terrifying but absolutely practical And it's mesmerizing.Instead of avoiding Harry's "scary" questions, he turned to serious discussions with him.Until one day, he found a notice posted in the Slytherin common room that they would have flying lessons with the Gryffindor students on Thursdays.

"What's wrong with you?" Blaise looked at his friend.Didn't Draco love flying the most?Why is his face extremely pale now, and he looks afraid of heights.

"Harry and I first met in Diagon Alley," Draco swallowed hard. "He said he wanted to take apart the broomstick."

"What?! This is absolutely not allowed!" Marcus Flint had paid special attention to Harry's activities since he was hit by Hermione last time. "Flying is such a sacred sport, the dignity of Quidditch cannot be violated." After speaking, he walked out of the lounge angrily.

"Does he remember that Harry isn't from our house?" Draco asked.

Blaise shook his head silently.

"Don't worry too much." Terrence Higgins, Slightly's Seeker, came over and fiddled with the ends of his hair. "Although Marcus will definitely not admit it, we once bet in the team that he and Greg Ryffindor captains are actually on good terms. Crazy Quidditchers, you know."

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At 03:30 on Thursday afternoon, the students arrived on the grass in front of their doors, ready to start their first flying lessons.Twenty broomsticks lay neatly on the ground, and Harry's eyes lit up.

There came their teacher, Mrs. Hooch, with short gray hair and yellow hawk-like eyes, followed by two tall boys.

"So this is what Marcus does?" Draco cursed under his breath.

"I am delighted to have two assistants today," Mrs Hooch introduced them, "Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch captain Oliver Wood and Mr Marcus Flint, who sacrificed their rest Time took the initiative to assist me in class. What a touching camaraderie! So what are you all waiting for? Everyone stand in front of a broomstick, hurry, hurry, hurry up."

Harry looked at the broomstick in front of him with interest. It was old and worn out, with some branches poking out in all directions.Can this thing actually fly?

Marcus stepped on Oliver secretly: "Look at Harry Potter."

"I know." Oliver immediately reciprocated his kick, "You should keep an eye on the poisonous snakes in your college first."

"Put your right hand over the broom handle," Mrs. Hooch called from the front, "and say 'Get up'"

"Get up," everyone yelled.

Harry's broom jumped into his hand instantly, and Draco was a little slow to react.Hermione's broom just rolled on the ground, while Neville's didn't budge.

"Harry." Hermione leaned closer, "How did you do it?"

"Oh, I was thinking how to tear it down when I called it"

The little witch nodded thoughtfully, and Neville also asked in a low voice, "Does this really work?"

"Harry!" Draco screamed, pointing his finger at him, "Do you dare to compete with me?" After saying that, he jumped on the broom and took off.He suspended himself at a height parallel to the top of an oak tree.If that wasn't enough to divert Harry's attention from that horrible thought he really couldn't.

Fortunately, Harry still cared about his provocation, and he jumped on the broom immediately.The two of them chased and circled in the sky amidst Mrs. Hooch's angry cries.

The wind passed through Harry's hair, and he flew much better than Draco, who was said to have played many times at home. He felt that everything was so wonderful and easy, as if flying was his innate skill .

Flint and Oliver finally get them down and hold them down to apologize to Mrs. Hooch.

"It's my fault." The Gryffindor captain said with an honest face, "I saw Harry's broom rising immediately, and I thought he was very talented, so I wanted him to try it. You know, if we had a good Seeker we could take out those bastard vipers."

The leader of the bastard poisonous snake gave him an elbow, and said: "Our team also wants to inspect the juniors in advance this year. They should realize the beauty of flying earlier."

"They fly really well," Mrs. Hooch sternly inspected the boys, and finally gave her evaluation. "Do you want me to write a recommendation letter to your dean and approve them to enter the team early?"

Oliver Wood smiled all over his face, "Of course, Quidditch is a great event, and they will appreciate its charm." He gestured to Marcus with his eyes: I said that as long as you fly once, the problem will be solved, what are you fussing about.

The other party ignored him, and asked Harry in a deep and far-sighted tone: "Potter, how do you feel about flying?"

"Great!" Marcus breathed a sigh of relief.

"I want to know more about the detailed working principle of the broomstick." He staggered.Oliver Wood!Throw this bastard into your team and practice hard, the dignity of Quidditch cannot be violated!