It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

Sherlock Holmes, the only consulting detective in the world, when he was in Baker Street, he had many enemies - one of them was the big devil - and the range of enemies spread from Baker Street to Scotland Yard, and then spread to the whole of London , Later, because of the expansion of his business scope, the scope of his enemies also expanded accordingly, and he always made enemies wherever he went.

This law will not change because of the difference in space and time. This is just a week from Sherlock to Hogwarts, and he has made several enemies in the four colleges, especially Gryffindor. .

The representative figure of Gryffindor is Oliver Spinnet, the prefect of the seventh grade today, and the robbers composed of James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupine and Pettigrew Peter group of people;

The representative figure of Slytherin is Severus Snape;

Ravenclaw, the same college also has it, but it is not representative, because Ravenclaw's dissatisfaction with Sherlock is solved by means of academic challenges.

As for Hufflepuff, Sherlock doesn't usually play with them. To say that making enemies is to occasionally ridicule their little heads, which is also unrepresentative.

So, the firepower was focused on Gryffin's endless pranks, and the venom from Snape.

The latter, Irene, was never worried. Sherlock's talk skills had already been fully activated.

As for the former, usually the prank is still being planned, and Sherlock will see through it at a glance. As for the prank that fails to go directly to the wand to fight in groups, it is like a trick to Irene who wants to improve her boyfriend's ability to use magic power. As soon as I fell asleep, someone brought me a pillow.

After practicing the true knowledge, Sherlock quickly became comfortable with the spell.

What's more interesting is that he is also very good at using silent spells and wandless spells-after all, it is really stupid to tell people what spells you will use before a fight-plus there is always a fast spinning The brain, and he also has a girlfriend with a higher force value, so it is normal for both IQ and force to be crushed.

Under such a situation of being double crushed, those who know the current affairs will retreat in spite of difficulties.

It can be seen that retreating from difficulties is not applicable to Gryffindors who pay attention to "going forward bravely", let alone a typical Gryffindor like James Potter.

James Potter, who was defeated once again, yelled at Sherlock in order to preserve his last self-esteem: "You, if you have the ability, don't hide behind your girlfriend!"

Hearing this, Irene, who was standing nearby and watching without doing anything, raised her eyes to Sherlock who was rolling her eyes and said, "Sherlock, I found out that I was wrong."

Sherlock's curly hair flaunted, and he asked with great interest, "What?"

"First of all, on the Hogwarts Express, I said that Mr. Potter's IQ lowered a carriage, which was obviously wrong. There were not enough carriages in the whole train for him to lower it; A four-person team led by Mr. Potter can quickly improve your ability to use spells. Obviously, I was wrong again. The strength of the two sides is very different, and this will not bring you any improvement. Finally, about the divination class , I admit that it is a useless course. So—" Irene snapped the book in her hand, "Can we go to dinner?"

"Hmph——" Sherlock pretended to make a meaningless long syllable, "I'm glad you realized your mistake, so we can go to dinner," he also said in a very compassionate tone, "But No pumpkin juice, oh my god, it changed my mind about the word food."

Then they went to the kitchen hand in hand. Of course, they knew where the kitchen was, and Sherlock wanted to build his house-elf network, so naturally he wanted to know where hundreds of house-elves were at Hogwarts.

Potter: "..."

Jiedao trio: "..."

——Well, the last sliver of self-esteem must have blown away with the wind.

Irene and Sherlock eat in the empty dining room after grabbing food from the kitchen behind a still life of fruit in the basement hallway.

By the way, they both skipped class and skipped their Divination class with Gryffindor.

That’s not to say, Sherlock didn’t plan to take such an elective course that is rubbish from the very beginning, he didn’t go with his girlfriend, and even pretended to live on the edge of the Forbidden Forest Rubeus Hagrid in the cabin, the gamekeeper and the key keeper of the school, has a commission for him, and he's going to investigate.

Hagrid, a half-giant, became Sherlock's loyal informant on the third day of school.

Irene didn't expose it, so she went to the divination class alone.

Afterwards, they ran into each other in the divination class with the Gryffindor robbery group. They were so frightened by the phoenix made by Irene that they didn't dare to trouble her, but Sherlock, who had most of the hatred, Became their target, and pranks have continued recently.Now it's a good time for them to separate. What more, they skipped class immediately, and then took out the Marauder's Map to track down Sherlock who was alone.

Irene didn't move her brows, and skipped class Shi Shiran before the divination professor came.

Then there was the matter of hanging out at school during school hours, and the fact that the food wasn't for Eileen's afternoon tea, but for her boyfriend who didn't even have lunch.

Of course there was no pumpkin juice, but there was no coffee with two sugar cubes that Sherlock wanted to drink, instead he had a glass of milk in front of him.Sherlock stared at the glass of milk, as if he wanted to turn the glass of milk into coffee. Comrade Xiao Ai said with a half-smile, "Maybe you want to drink pumpkin juice."

Sherlock turned to stare at his girlfriend. After a while, he moved his lips and squeezed out a sentence: "Milk is fine."

Only then did Irene lower her head to flip through the books used in the divination class. Sherlock pouted and said angrily, "It seems that our good student, Irene, hasn't escaped the guilt of skipping class."

Irene's eyes returned to Sherlock's face again, and she sighed slightly: "Why don't you admit it, Sherlock?"

Sherlock turned to the other side: "Admit what?"

Irene said in a declarative tone: "You are biased." In addition to skipping the divination class, Sherlock did not attend the astronomy class, but practical classes such as spells, potions, transfiguration and defense against the dark arts In the course, he is very active, and the class performance is very good.

"Come on, divination and astronomy are useless!" Sherlock said confidently, pointing to his incomparable brain, "This is my hard drive, the only reasonable thing to do is to only store useful things, really useful things, Instead of stuffing a bunch of rubbish into it! You should also remember this, don’t even find useful information when the time comes.”

"Even if you explain so much to me, you still have to drink milk, and I pity your stomach, stuff something into it." Irene listened carefully to her boyfriend's brain hard drive theory, and calmly turned the page Say so.

Sherlock: "...huh!"

It's useless for the 15-year-old Mr. Detective to hum, he still has to eat, but after he stuffed enough, enough for his body to function in the next day, he put down the knife and fork, and put his palms together to his lips , a posture of being lost in thought.

Irene raised her eyes to look at him, and blinked: "Hagrid brought good news?"

Sherlock reluctantly opened his eyes, and gave his girlfriend a straight look, "Why do you say that? You've seen Hagrid too, and you know what kind of creature he is. Maybe he asked me to help He found the key he put under his nose, oh, or maybe why his Fangya didn't eat the rock cakes he made himself."

Hearing Sherlock's long speech, Irene became more interested. She obviously understood his dramatic character very well. She stretched out her wand and clicked on the dining table, but the plate disappeared.The table became clean again, she put her arms on the table, leaned forward, and her tone became lighter: "Or?"

Sherlock also leaned forward, and his eyes, which had been dimmed due to boredom recently, were now filled with starlight again, "Or why the hairballs in the Forbidden Forest disappeared one by one."

Well, don't think that the ball of hair in Hagrid's mouth is a harmless creature like a rabbit, but an acromantula in the Forbidden Forest. It is a huge, ferocious spider with eight eyes. Those who speak human language and whose intelligence is close to that of human beings, but cannot be domesticated, are extremely dangerous magical creatures.

Irene pretended to suddenly realize: "You mean the eight-eyed spider, you just have trouble with spiders, right?"

Sherlock glared at her.

Irene said confidently: "You have already agreed to this commission, and nothing I can say will stop you. Can't you allow me to say something else to tease you?"

Sherlock snorted softly, "Don't tell me you're not curious, it's called the Forbidden Forest!"

The more forbidden it is, the more attractive it is. This reason is too powerful. Comrade Xiao Ai really has no way to refuse. Besides, it is impossible for her to let Sherlock follow Hagrid into the Forbidden Forest alone. How about a trip to the Forbidden Forest?

Well, consider this a date.

When the appointed time came, Hagrid took Sherlock and Irene into the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid never found the Forbidden Forest dangerous, because in his eyes, the dangerous creatures in the Forbidden Forest (centurans, acromanders, hippogriffs, etc.) spiders, not only because they are dangerous, but there are thousands of them in the Forbidden Forest.However, Hagrid raised Aragog, the ancestor of the acromantula, when he was young. After an accident, Aragog fled into the Forbidden Forest, and Hagrid also became the guard of the Forbidden Forest, for the sake of the past. In the end, it made an agreement with Hagrid that it would not hunt and kill people from Hogwarts.

Oh, this past was told by Hagrid himself, and Sherlock used a little cliché, and Hagrid started talking non-stop.He is really not good at telling stories. When he talked about the "accident" in the middle, he started to talk about it. It was simply telling others the so-called accident, and by extension it was a story that could be dug deeper.

Sherlock blinked at Irene, and then the next second Sherlock's miraculous acting skills were back in the arena, and he used a pompous sympathetic tone: "Oh, Hagrid, you are so pitiful, if I was there, I will definitely believe you!" Come on, with the IQ of half a goldfish like Hagrid, how could he "just happen" to open the Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets and release the monster—oh, obviously that is very likely to be The basilisk - killed a Hogwarts student?

Hagrid was so moved, everyone didn't believe him at the time, except Dumbledore, and now a kid who had just known him for less than a week believed him. Immediately, he burst into tears, pulled out a handkerchief with no original color from his oversized moleskin coat (it should be a handkerchief instead of a tablecloth), and snorted, blowing his nose and wiping his tears.

The smile on Sherlock's face receded like a tide, and by the way, he rolled his eyes a lot.

As for Irene, when her boyfriend started to display Sherlock-like acting skills, she automatically didn't keep up. Now she is looking around, as if her interest in the Forbidden Forest has suddenly risen to a higher level.

When Hagrid had finished crying like thunder, when he looked up, his two little friends were gone.

Hagrid was terrified, thinking they were being stalked by the furballs, but at this moment there was a crisp clicking sound from the furballs, which was the sound of their pincers.When Hagrid followed the sound and ran over, it was completely different from the imagined scene where the two children were bleeding, with arms and legs missing. Uh, it seems that the hairballs are afraid?

Once again, Sherlock, who was conditioned by his girlfriend to protect him, said stiffly: "My dear Lin, it seems that your animal relationship is not very good."

Just when Hagrid was immersed in grief, the young lovers slipped away impatiently, and Sherlock also guessed what happened to the accident that year, and now there is only substantial evidence.Sherlock said in an unintelligible tone: "Mystery Man—again, this code name is stupid—our dear classmate Tom is a very good student." The second half of the sentence became an aria.

"Obviously, the past members of Professor Slughorn's Slug Club are the best in their schools, and Professor Slughorn enjoys the feeling of being surrounded and highlighted when taking photos with them, but There is a lack of group photos from [-] to [-], and I think there must be classmate Tom in the missing group photo.” Professor Slughorn wanted to win over Xiao Ai from the mysterious East and let her join the slug he founded The club, student Xiao Ai did go to see it, and got a lot of useful information.

At this moment, Sherlock suddenly squeezed her hand, "Here we come."

A small group of giant eight-eyed spiders came rustlingly, and they surrounded Sherlock and Irene, desperately wanting to taste the fresh human flesh, but the next moment when Irene used her pair of hands full of bottomless black When the eyes look past, the relationship between predator and prey is reversed!

——Well, it has been said that the value of force is high.