Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

The students shoved and got out of the car, then followed Hagrid through the narrow path to a black lake.On the high hillside on the other side of the lake stands a majestic castle with spiers and windows shining under the starry sky. "No more than four per boat!" Hagrid shouted, pointing to a fleet of small boats moored to the shore.Harry, Ron, and Hermione boarded a boat, and the fourth was a round-faced boy whom he introduced as Neville Longbottom.Neville was grateful to Hermione for helping him find Toad on the train.Harry also looked at him with grateful eyes. The boy avoided the fate of being killed by the little witch as soon as he came up.

Immediately a fleet of small boats sailed across the glass-flat surface of the lake.Everyone was silent, staring at the huge castle soaring into the sky.As they approached the cliff on which the castle stood, it seemed to tower over them. "Heads down!" Hagrid yelled as the first boats approached the cliff.All bowed their heads, and the boat carried them through the curtain of ivy that covered the face of the cliff to the secret open entrance.They followed a dark tunnel that seemed to go beneath the castle, and at last they came to what looked like an underground pier, and then climbed up a patch of gravel and small pebbles.

That's a lot of trouble, Harry thought.Although it is mentioned in the book that this is a commemoration of the school built by wizards thousands of years ago, but to a greater extent, this is also the protection of the school? —without a guide, invaders will never find this holy place of all wizards in England.

Then they climbed a tunnel in the rock by the light of Hagrid's lantern, and at last they came to a flat, wet meadow in the shadow of the castle.They climbed a flight of stone steps and gathered in front of a huge oaken door.They waited with bated breath, eager to see the world inside.Hagrid raised one huge fist and knocked three times on the castle gate.

The door opened instantly.A tall dark-haired witch in emerald green robes stood in front of the gate.She looked serious, and Harry had seen pictures of her in those Transfiguration journals. (He can't quite read them yet, but that doesn't prevent information gathering.)

"First-year freshman, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid. Let me pick you up here."

She pulled the door wide open.The decoration inside obviously matches this castle, mysterious, ancient, and dreamy.The stone walls are surrounded by blazing torches.The ceiling is so high you can barely see the top.On the front is a luxurious marble staircase leading directly to the upper floor.

They followed Professor McGonagall along the stone floor.Harry heard the buzzing of several hundred people from the door on the right, and the rest of the school must have arrived - but Professor McGonagall led the first-years into a small, empty room at the other end of the hall. .Everyone rushed in, rubbing shoulders and huddling together, staring nervously at everything around them.It seems to be preparing for the assignment of the academy.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you go to the dining hall, you must first confirm which college you have entered. Classification is a This is an important ceremony, because the college is like your home at Hogwarts while you are at school. You will attend classes with other students in the college, live in the college dormitory together, and spend time together in the college common room After school time.

"The names of the four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own glorious history and has produced outstanding wizards and wizards. You are in Huo During Gewartz's studies, your excellent performance will earn your house points, and any violations will make your house lose points.At the end of the year, the house with the highest score will win the house cup, which is very high Honor. I hope that no matter which house you are assigned to, you will bring honor to the house.

Such points and lifestyle will undoubtedly enhance the cohesion of the college to a great extent, but on the other hand, it will cause the school to fall apart.Harry sighed. He began to understand why Draco Malfoy emphasized to him the division of the houses so much-as a tradition that existed for thousands of years, even if there were no misunderstandings between the houses, there would be gaps between them.What's more, after the appearance of Voldemort, a person who affects the entire magic world, the tendency of different colleges.He's starting to have a headache, he's not too worried about the sorting form (it's certainly not beyond his abilities) but obviously, his choices will affect his future life.

He thought for a while, until there was a not-so-nice singing sound (still much better than the music when Sherlock "plays" the violin).A patched, worn, and filthy pointed wizard hat was singing on a stool, its lyrics introducing the qualities of the four houses and how they were sorted.

The child whose name is called has to sit on a stool, put on a hat, and wait for the result.Of the people he already knew better, Hermione and Neville went to Gryffindor, and Draco went to Slytherin as he said.He also tries to remember the faces and names of every new classmate, no matter what house they are.He doesn't do that often, but when you want to learn something from someone, it's a good idea to make them think you're impressed.

Mohn, Knott, Parkinson, then the Patil twins, then Sally Ann Boxes, and finally, finally—"Harry Potter!"

As Harry walked forward there was a sudden humming and whispering in the dining room like the hiss of a small flame.

"Potter, is she calling Potter?" "It's that Harry Potter." When the hat was about to be buttoned up to cover his sight, Harry saw a crowd of people in the restaurant, and everyone was eagerly looking, hoping to see Clear his appearance.He tried to ignore the voices and the looks, and he had learned a lot about it when he was around his father.

Then came The Dark World in the Hat and Waiting.

"Well," he heard a small voice say in his ear, "I'm glad you like me."

"Yes" Harry replied, surprised at the Hat's expression of his emotions, which he had just assumed had been entered into the data for the Sorting.This hat is much more advanced than that.

"Mr. Hat." The voice showed a little dissatisfaction, "Since you are willing to call a soul skull 'Mr.'."

"Yes, sir." Harry couldn't help being curious. "Can you see my memory?"

"Part of it. Your memory is very interesting. So where do you want to go?"

"Can I choose?"

"You have many qualities, courage, good heart and talent. What about Slytherin? That's where you'll go to greatness."

"Don't go to Slytherin, if you have a choice," replied Harry, who had just confirmed this, after feeling the stare from the teachers' bench.If I remember correctly, Professor Snape is the head of Slytherin.

"Snape? But you don't hate Slytherins and their Headmaster. You can be great, you know, and at the moment of your thought, Slytherin can help you to greatness, there's no doubt about it."

"Of course I don't hate it. But I don't want to." Sherlock and John finally told him about the meeting (they met several times later), and he appreciated and respected what the man had done for him.But this doesn't mean that he wants to study under him—you know, in terms of IQ, Sherlock and Mycroft are rare to recognize each other, but when they work together, not to prevent a real world war, then this Process is world disaster.

"And what about Ravenclaw?" the small voice asked. "I see, you like research."

"Oh no! Rowena's going to kill me!" it screamed suddenly, and Harry guessed it saw his own recalled memory of the experiment.

"Bold attempts and practical ability. You should go to Gryffindor."

Harry heard the Hat call out that last name to the whole restaurant.He took off his hat and walked to the Gryffindor table.The Weasley twin yelled, "We've got Potter! We've got Potter!" while Hermione was waving at him.

"I thought you were going to Ravenclaw."

"I thought you were going there too."

"Uh... When I was in the branch, I couldn't help thinking about the details of the case you told me."

"It seems to see memories of my experiments."

"Merlin's underwear." Ron muttered beside them with a pale face. He didn't know if it was because the sorting house was too nervous or he heard the conversation between the two.He looked around at the people who were curious about the relationship between Harry and Hermione, and silently shrank himself away.Could Gryffindor courage be used to deal with horrific Muggle experiments?

Harry turned his attention to the guest of honor on the high platform.Hagrid sat in the corner closest to him.He caught Harry's eye and gave him a thumbs up.Harry grinned back.In the center of the guest table, on a large golden chair, sat Albus Dumbledore, who stood out with his attire and beard.Harry also saw Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and Professor Quirrell who had met in the bar.But what he cared more about was the old man sitting next to Dumbledore. He was not tall, and he looked inconspicuous in an ordinary gray robe.But Harry noticed that all the teachers except Dumbledore would subconsciously look at him.

At this time Dumbledore didn't think Dumbledore stood up.He looked at the students with a smile on his face, and stretched out his arms to them. Nothing seemed to make him happier than seeing the students gathered together. "Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to Hogwarts to start a new school year! And before the banquet begins, I have some good news for you."

"I think some of you have noticed." He winked in Harry's direction. "Let me introduce—the Honorable Mr. Nick Flamel."

There was a commotion in the hall, and several senior students seemed extremely excited, it seemed that they knew the name.And the students in the lower grades were almost whispering, discussing who this person Dumbledore paid special attention to was.

"Mr. Flamel is a great master alchemist, maker and owner of the Philosopher's Stone." There was a gasp from the crowd. "Due to research needs, Mr. LeMay will spend a semester or even longer at Hogwarts. And he is very happy to serve as our guest lecturer again during this period. Every Friday afternoon, those who have no classes can come to the auditorium to listen to him lectures, perform well, and maybe have the opportunity to become an apprentice."

"Alchemy!" "Apprentice" "That sounds" "It's really interesting" the twin brothers cheered.

"Hi, everyone." Nicole May stood up and greeted the students. "Thank you very much for welcoming me. But besides what Albus said, I want to emphasize. The lecture will start from the most basic part, there is not enough accumulation, Never conduct alchemy experiments at random."

The plate in front of Harry was already full of food, but they were not paying attention to it.Everyone can go to the class, which means that the first grade also gets this right, and it's time for them to fantasize about being accepted as apprentices by the greatest alchemist in the world.

"Ah." Harry exclaimed suddenly, and started rummaging through his backpack. (The bag wasn't too big, and he carried it with him all the time.) Ron noticed this, and he closed his eyes—Harry wouldn't want to dismantle Nicolume in those horrible ways! "Crack" he felt a flash of light.

"Forgot to take a picture to show Sherlock." Harry ran around with the camera.Teacher or something, he still has a lot of time to get in touch slowly, doesn't he?