Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

"What happened here? What happened?"

Filch, drawn by the din of voices, shouldered his way through the crowd.Then he saw Mrs. Norris, and he stumbled back a few steps, clutching his face in horror.

"My cat! My cat! What happened to Mrs. Norris?" he screamed. "Who killed my cat."

Filch was in a trance, his voice was mournful and shrill, and even the children couldn't listen to him repeatedly emphasizing that Mrs. Norris was only petrified and not dead.It wasn't until Dumbledore arrived at the scene with other professors that he regained his composure slightly.

Without waiting for Harry to introduce the situation, Lockhart dashed up to the cat, loudly declaring his conclusion: "A spell must have killed it—probably the Transfiguration spell. It's a pity I wasn't there to see someone else use that spell, I just happen to know the cure, which would have saved it..."

"Get out!" Sherlock said, he had been studying those words just now, and seeing so many people wandering around in his scene, he was about to explode, and now he finally couldn't help it.

"You can't do this, I'm an expert." Lockhart still refused to leave the cat, "I have solved a series of similar attacks, which are well documented in my autobiography. At that time, I provided the common people with various Talismans of all kinds—”

"Well, Gilderoy, it's not dead, it's just petrified." Dumbledore's words made Lockhart look slightly embarrassed, and then went on to say, "I mean petrification—"

"Let's leave this matter to them. Well, can you please send Mrs. Norris to the medical wing after checking?" Dumbledore nodded to Sirius and other Aurors who had just arrived, While dragging Lockhart away.Sherlock suddenly stared deeply at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was still promoting his deeds, but did not speak.

"What's the problem?" Having been a detective's assistant for so many years, John may not be able to follow Sherlock's train of thought, but he can easily understand what he is thinking: Sherlock doesn't care about this kind of pompous and overconfident person. Good impression, but the look in his eyes just now obviously found something.

"Blonde hair." Sherlock stared at a strand of hair falling from the stiff gray fur of the cat, looked up and asked Harry, "Do you remember what hair color the basilisk mentioned about the person who let him out? "

"Gold—huh? Father, you mean Lockhart?" Harry was taken aback. "But Haierbo didn't know what color it was, didn't he mention black. This hair might be Lockhart." Te fell when he was just bragging about his deeds there."

"This is not an ordinary petrification spell." Sirius said seriously on the side, "It will never be restored without measures to break the spell, which requires very advanced black magic." He has also seen what kind of person Lockhart is recently. , deeply doubting whether he can use such magic.

"Observe, observe." Sherlock's coat flew in an arc in the air, "That person himself is an absolute idiot, but it doesn't mean that others are too."

"You mean someone is pointing him behind the scenes, and what he did just now was just to confuse his eyes?" "Sherlock, tell me the whole story!" Greg and John looked at each other, helpless against the detective's tricky behavior.

"No, I'm leaning towards him being just a little bit aware before coming over, not fully aware of what's going on."

"What do you mean?" Sirius was confused by his explanation, "He did it, but he doesn't know?"

"He has been here because there is a small brown spot on the edge of his golden robe of wine, not wine, because he is a person who cares about his appearance and attire, if he spills wine, he will definitely change it immediately His robes. I think that's why he was able to see something was wrong - he found the stain and vaguely guessed what was going on, so he tried desperately to cover it up." Sherlock's face showed a hint of sneer, "Of course, to that idiot Said, the approach seemed perfectly normal. The embarrassment on his face when he heard the cat wasn't dead was natural, but he looked at his robes and glanced at the writing on the wall. "

"What's wrong with those words? It's just a separate warning." Because he thought of his first case with Sherlock, John also carefully observed those words, but found nothing.

The Aurors who used a lot of detection spells on the wall also nodded in agreement: "It's just those bloodstains, not human blood, it should be something like chicken blood."

"Use your little brains, don't always get confused!" Sherlock said violently, "The problem is not the content or the blood, but the handwriting!" He pointed to the writing on the wall, "Look at this deliberately flat But it still brings out the curlicue writing.”

"Ah, and that O!" Hermione opened her schoolbag and found the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, which had Lockhart's signature on it. "Professor Lockhart likes to have an unnecessary meal after writing the O."

"So it is indeed him. But you said he didn't know what happened," an Auror asked Sherlock in confusion after comparing the writing of those letters. He has now cast his eyes on the detective's admiration and forgot that the magic detective is himself. "Could it be that he has been hit by the Imperius Curse?"

"It's possible." Sirius made himself stand in the shadow by the wall, and replied gloomily.

"Then what are we going to do, apply for his arrest?" The Auror shrugged, then opened his hands in a gesture of resignation, "It's not me, brother. The Minister will not agree to this. He will say Loja Mr. Te, as an internationally renowned person and writer, a third-class Medal of the Order of Merlin, and an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, cannot be controlled so easily. Instead, we are required to produce more actual evidence."

"Then, from now on, give him more evidence." Mycroft suddenly appeared in a three-piece suit, followed by Snape, who was wearing a black robe and had a darker face.

"How did you come here!" Sherlock said like a cat with its tail trampled on. "Is the world war over? Palestine, Afghanistan, North Korea? Or should you sit in your office and continue being a voyeur. Oh, sorry, you The object of peeping seems to be here too? Can you finally hold back?"

Before Lestrade had time to stop Sherlock from rambling further, the other party suddenly reacted and leaned in front of his brother: "More evidence? Mycroft, your desire to control has inflated to such an extent? In the magic world Install CCTV? (1)”

"Isn't it? Mike?" Lestrade was startled by this possibility. No matter how powerful Mycroft was, he couldn't do whatever he wanted in the magic world.

Mycroft shook his head, and drew a circle on the ground with his umbrella: "It's just in this castle. The respected Mrs. Potter has agreed to help." He had only come to learn about the wizarding world from Dumbledore because of some troubles. In the case of this family, I did not expect to meet Adela Porter and meet this situation.But since the other party made the move in such a hurry, he didn't mind adjusting his plan accordingly.

"But... there is no precedent for this kind of thing." John hesitated, "And it also involves privacy. You don't plan to tell them?"

"No, how can this kind of thing that can show his ability not be known?" Sherlock deliberately made a strange voice, "Not only will the fat man not keep it secret, but he will make this matter even more noisy."

"The Minister of Magic will benefit from this." Without denying Sherlock's words, Mycroft showed a standard politician's smirk - Fudge and his Ministry of Magic are indeed not smart, but they are ambitious enough to only make them Pushing too hard is not a good idea.But if you show them some sweetness, it will make them obediently follow the steps they need.Right now, the forces and organizations of all parties are about to move, and it is always a good thing to have an official organization in the front. "Xiali, you can't stay here forever."

John sighed and stopped Sherlock who was still arguing.Mycroft was right in saying that, they couldn't keep looking at Harry, and they couldn't keep protecting him.But when it comes to things like the end of last semester... no matter how difficult it is, they must have the most reliable and timely channel for information.

"It's not just the Ministry of Magic that you have to face." Snape said with a sullen face.On the way to obey the headmaster and bring this man here from the empty classroom, he had already learned about the crazy plan - to fill Hogwarts with magical recording devices?Even if it can solve the problem of technology and magic power supply, who will save those images?headmaster?Fudge wouldn't agree, but the man wasn't at all the type to hand over control to the Ministry.Not to mention those conservative parents, they would not allow their babies to be watched by others, such as Lucius Malfoy... But, the attitude of the Malfoy family?Snape's eyes flicked over to Draco, who was discussing in low voices with Harry and the others what CCTV was and what it could do.

Mycroft nodded to him, walked over to wrap Lestrade's waist, and said to Sirius, "Some things involve your family, I have already talked to Lupine, but you need to confirm Just a moment." He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

"Are you going to—" Snape sharply saw the other piece of paper that was brought out just now, on which were written the names of several families that were very famous among wizards.

"It's just to create a beautiful living environment for the children." Under Sherlock's stare, he patted his nephew's shoulder, Mycroft smiled and suggested to his lover, "The scenery here is quite nice, how about going out for a walk together?" Like, Gray?"

The author has something to say: (1) ClosedCircuitTelevision CCTV monitoring system, Mai Ge's camera, not CCTV.