Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

After several chases, Sirius finally cornered Peter. He pointed his wand at his former companion, and grinned sinisterly, showing his teeth.

Peter Pettigrew flinched and retreated, trembling, begging him in a sharp voice: "Sirius—Sirius, I have no other choice, please let me go."

"Let you go? Why should I let you go?" Sirius kicked Peter and growled, "After you betrayed Lily and James?"

"Harry, Harry said he wouldn't just kill me like this."

"You still have the face to mention Harry?" Sirius' face became even more terrifying. He knew from Dumbledore that it was Harry who decided to hand over Peter to the Ministry of Magic instead of killing him directly.But this mouse, after Harry spared his life, attached itself to Voldemort again, collecting information for him, and brought Harry many dangers.He said through gritted teeth, "After Harry didn't kill you and you served Voldemort again?"

"I—I just had to." Peter Pettigrew struggled.

"Oh, you have to?" Sirius sneered, "You still tell the principal that no one pays attention to you? Is it all because we stole your limelight? Peter—you always like to stay in those competitions You're stronger and more influential than you, and you live by your side, don't you? At school it was us... me and Remus... and James... and then..."

Wiping the sweat off his face with his sleeve, Peter Pettigrew was almost out of breath: "I... I was wrong, I can tell you Lord... the Dark Lord's action plan this time, please let go pass me."

"Oh, what?" Sirius nodded slightly to signal him to continue, but the hand holding the wand did not intend to move away at all.

"Recently, the Dark Lord has been in a particularly irritable mood. He said that he must make Dumbledore look good."

"Important!" He began to suspect that Peter was just stalling for time.

"He sent a bunch of us into action to get the attention of Dumbledore and the Aurors, and then sent the wolf—"

Before Pettigrew could finish his words, the terrifying howling of wolves rang out everywhere.

"Werewolf!" Sirius rolled over, dodging the claw of the werewolf who approached at some point, while Peter took advantage of this moment to turn into a mouse and hurried away.

The werewolf army was surprisingly large in number, and to avoid being bitten or scratched by them, Sirius couldn't help feeling exhausted, but just now in order to chase Peter, he ran too far, and couldn't get support for a while.

When he was in a state of embarrassment when he was attacked by two werewolves, a familiar voice shouted: "Low your head.".Sirius followed that almost subconsciously.I saw a flash of light, and the throat of the werewolf in front of him was bleeding profusely, and he lay down on the ground, convulsing and dying.

"Remus, why are you here?" Many years later, the two of them fought side by side again.

"I have been paying attention to Greyback's actions, and found out that his actions are abnormal. It's a pity that I didn't report to you earlier."

"Even if we knew this battle earlier, we still have to fight it." While talking, Sirius knocked down another werewolf, "But when did there have been so many werewolves?"

"It's just a werewolf infected by a bite." Lupine's voice was full of hatred.

"Then why don't they seem to have a little self-awareness, and the moon is not yet full."

Lupine dragged Sirius back half a step, dodging another attack: "The sound of howling wolves just now conveyed the anger that the territory was invaded, Greyback may have used some special spells or drugs to induce They misinterpret the message and drive them into a frenzy."

"How long do you think this state will last?" Sirius asked.If such a crazy attack continues, it will bring endless disaster to the magical village of Hogsmeade.

"This state is forcibly stimulated, and they should still have the original nature of werewolves." Lupine replied panting, "If they persist until dawn, they should retreat. And I don't think Greyback can often adopt it." This method."

……

The sky finally brightened, and the bright sunshine made the crazy werewolves regain some sanity and recede slowly.Sirius and Remus sat on the ground panting.

"Damn it, let that mouse escape again." Sirius said bitterly, looking at the alleyway where Peter had disappeared.

Remus could only comfort him and said, "Voldemort's plan has completely come to nothing. In this situation, even if Peter goes back, he won't be able to please him. Huh?" He moved slightly.

"what happened?"

"Is this Harry's pet snake?"

"What kind of belt is that? Why is it here?" Thanks to the basilisk's unclear bite, Sirius doesn't have any affection for snakes now.

"Probably ran here by myself." Lupine looked at the little snake that was beating him with its tail and said with some uncertainty.But this snake is often used as Harry's observer, and now I see it here again...

The belt suddenly arched its body, and after a while, it spat out a shiny piece of meat—it was the half-dead Peter who had turned into a mouse.

"Very well, let us give you a good time, Peter." Sirius raised his wand again, "I will not give you any more chances to escape."

A green light flashed, no matter how unfair Peter Pettigrew thought he had been, or how unfairly he had treated others, he had no choice but to explain to Merlin.

"Then I'll go first too." Lupine patted the dust off his body.

"Aren't you going into the castle?"

Lupine shook his head: "It's not a few days until the night of the full moon." It's not safe for the students to stay here.

"Remus, you will never be the same as them." What Sirius wanted to talk about was the maddened werewolves who had lost their minds just now.

"I can be just as dangerous."

"But you won't."

"Sirius," Lupine sighed looking at his friend who supported him so much, "I must go and talk to the species, especially those who are forced to become werewolves. They must not be on Greyback's side." He said Looking at the corpses on the ground, the werewolves who attacked at night still had freshly bitten wounds on their bodies.In terms of the recovery ability of werewolves, it is extremely abnormal, so there is only one possibility—these people have just been transformed into werewolves.He has to make sure that the existing populations don't get involved.

"Okay then, Remus." Sirius stopped insisting and gave Lupine a hug, "Be careful."

When the battle was finally over and Sirius and Dumbledore used Patronuses to inform those in the hospital wing that the intruders had been repulsed and all was quiet.The basilisk had completely swallowed the gossamer that might be Horcruxes, but Harry was still immersed in a dream—at first, there was no real content in this dream, just some magnificent colored light blocks everywhere, bright It was hard to keep your eyes open; for a while, he seemed to be being chased by someone, exhausted; finally, those bumps finally disappeared.Harry saw a nagging woman, staring straight at a crystal ball, probably prophesying - "The transaction that should not survive the world will leave a bloodline, and he will escape death..." It seems that there is some power Stopping him from continuing to listen, Harry woke up reluctantly with a stomach full of doubts.

"Harry, are you awake?" John was pleasantly surprised to find his son's movement.

"Well, Dad." He lowered his head a little ashamedly, "I made you worry."

Snape couldn't help but said: "If our great savior really realizes that his reckless behavior is worrying, please explain carefully what happened."

Harry touched the scar on his head and the newly bitten place on his hand by Hai Erbo, hissed with the basilisk a few more times, and then started to talk - he could still speak Parseltongue, but he was no longer a Horcrux .

"Helbo told me that the piece of soul on my head was not put in on purpose, but more like it accidentally fell and stuck on it. After it bites through other horcruxes and absorbs part of the soul, it can use the soul The associative power of taking that piece out of my head together."

"Then you just let the basilisk bite you?" Snape said sullenly, "You believe what it says? Do you know how poisonous the basilisk is?"

"It's better to take a bite than to keep Voldemort's soul fragments in your head. Besides, Herbo is a pet left by the great Slytherin, so it must be fine." Harry looked at the current head of Slytherin with a smile.

Snape was turned away by this ungrateful brat and was about to leave.

"Professor." Harry called him.

"what's up?"

"As long as the prophecy is made, I mean it is made by a flash of the seer's blood, not made up, will it definitely come true?" He didn't believe in this kind of thing at first, but since magic is all existing……

Snape paused, without turning his head: "I don't know."

"Interesting." Sherlock looked at the figures of men in black robes who were leaving in a hurry, and muttered to analyze, until he was suddenly hit, "Social etiquette, John, I understand, I won't ask him what happened."

"Should I praise you for your understanding?" John said with a straight face, "But I didn't hit you because of that." He gave Harry a slap.

"Father and son, when planning those great arrangements in the future, can you take others' feelings into consideration?"

"This is not my plan." The curly-haired man said dissatisfied.It can also be said that he was deceived by his son. It seems that he should consider learning snake language recently.

John glared at him: "Harry learned that from you!" Could he have been so calm just now if he hadn't had countless "lessons learned"?

"Hey hey." Harry watched the fathers' argument and snickered aside.But Merlin, this kind of "bad habit" definitely didn't originate from his father. In fact, his father did a lot of things like "hiding" his family members to face danger alone; People are Sherlock Holmes, those actions are almost useless.

After checking his son again, John finally felt relieved: "It seems that there is nothing wrong, go to class quickly, and don't worry your friends."

……

Maybe it's because this semester has experienced too many things, it's too thrilling, and the end of the semester has come before the children notice it.Hermione shrieked and dragged a group of people through the review process, and the thick books slammed on the table made the boys scratch their heads and swallow the request to relax for a while.Harry also held the astronomy and history of magic textbooks provided by Hermione and obediently recited them - he hadn't gotten the little witch's story about "going out at night in dangerous times" (when he was talking about the battle that night, he withdrew The part where Hai Erbo bit him), decided to resolutely follow Her Lady Queen's instructions in the recent days.

Under such a high-pressure review policy, everyone did well in the exam, even Neville got an E (beyond expectations) in Potions. After Slytherin laughed, he took Neville as a companion and practiced with him countless times to obtain the result.

"I'm just worried that the Headmaster will be angry when he sees such a bad potion they have," the platinum boy explained to Harry.

"Well, I know." Harry nodded with a smile, "It's not that you're worried about those grades so give them some motivation."

"Harry Potter!" Draco screamed frantically at Harry, abandoning his aristocratic image.

Harry spread his hands innocently: "That's right."

The banquet before the Hogwarts holiday was as lively as ever. Ripe mandrakes were used to make a potion to decompose petrification. Colin regained his health and was chasing Harry all over the world to take pictures; and Mrs. Norris came back again. When it came to the night patrol, the post of Filch's spy that the students hated so much, the shadow of the heir incident seemed to have dissipated.Dumbledore declared this year's House Cup - with Gryffindor beating Slytherin by a single point.

"Oh yeah!" Harry jumped up and gestured to the elders sitting on the teacher's bench. He had given the house a lot of points when answering questions in class.Got Sherlock "This kind of meaningless comparison is very boring, let's go home and do experiments."; John "Son, keep up the good work!"; Sirius "My godson is indeed the best!"; Nepe's black face was judged by various eye expressions.

"Now, let's invite the students to enjoy the moment of joy together." Dumbledore raised a glass of pumpkin juice and gestured to the students.

"Good!" The Gryffindors happily celebrated their victory in the House Cup, and in order to "share" the joy, under the murderous eyes and fierce resistance of the Slytherins, they personally waved their wands on their costumes Add gold and red patterns; Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff watched the show wisely, occasionally fanning the flames and proposing some even more unreliable ideas, and the whole Hogwarts was in a mess.At this time, Filch's angry voice suddenly sounded in the hall: "You have no right to barge in like this!"

"Of course I have." Pierce Hickney (1) flicked a thin piece of parchment with his fingers with a cold and contented smile, "The Minister entrusted me to investigate the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts The full rights to the mysterious death of Art Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, and, oh yes, Quirinus Quirrell."

The hall suddenly fell silent. Although, most of the students didn't like the two Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, and they didn't care much about their whereabouts. Compared with exploring the cause of their death, the students were more concerned about losing their professors during the semester. You have to endure another torment from Snape besides Potions class; but the word "bizarre death" is another matter when it is clearly pointed out by people from the Ministry of Magic. Turning around to look at Harry, the underground news circulating in the castle let them more or less know that these things have a certain connection with Harry.

"I don't think the Honorable Ministry has that right yet," said Dumbledore.Although his words were very polite, those who knew him could see the flame of anger burning in his blue eyes.

"Mr. Dumbledore, even you cannot question the authority of the Ministry of Magic. On behalf of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Law Enforcement—"

"Aha, dear Pierce, I'm afraid you can't represent anything." Draco raised his head suddenly, saw his father also came to the hall at some point, and said in a lazy tone, while Pulled out the parchment from Pierce Sinkney, "According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, investigation orders for major incidents must be agreed by both the Director of Magical Law Enforcement and the Minister of Magic. I am not here. Ms. Burns' signature is seen on it."

"Malfoy, you are going to betray—" Master?

Lucius slapped away the other party's hand that wanted to touch his left arm in disgust, and continued: "Besides, as one of the twelve directors of Hogwarts, I have not received any information about Hogwarts before this." I'm here to inform you about the investigation." Just exposing his chess pieces buried in the Ministry of Magic, the lord was really in a hurry or he didn't trust himself and Severus.How on earth did he think Dumbledore was going to keep those Horcruxes while he got rid of Lockhart? "It's going to be a holiday soon, and parents won't be happy to waste their time with their children because of this kind of meaningless survey that doesn't meet the regulations." The stupid idea of ​​finding something in Hogwarts is better to throw it away quickly.

"That's right, the Hogwarts board of directors has the right to know and arrange various personnel affairs of the school." Dumbledore took a sip of the dessert and smiled again, "Mr. Is there an application for the old equipment?"

"That's right." Anyway, Sirius Black has now returned to the board of directors as Black's parent, and he doesn't need to bleed those things.

"Then let's go to the office and discuss in detail. Mr. Hickney, you are not welcome at Hogwarts, please go back."

"Harry." Seeing Dumbledore and Lucius walking away together, Ron said to his friend dumbfounded.

"Ok?"

"I suddenly felt that Malfoy wasn't such a jerk anymore..."

"Haha." Harry snorted, while unconsciously touching Haierbo wrapped around his hand - he wiped out the diary, the tiara and the Horcrux on his head, his second grade life was like this It's over, but Voldemort will never give up like this. Is the incomplete prophecy he heard in his sleep related to the one that Haierbo and Adela have always avoided talking about? "Fleeing (flying) from death, is this talking about Voldemort?

【Third Grade·The Beginning and End of Chaos】