Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 188 I don't even have that thing

The office of the Ravenclaw Dean.

Professor Felius Frivi is engrossed in working on a mountain of parchment.

The dim, warm light shone down from the magic chandelier hanging from the ceiling, making the whole room cozy.

The surrounding bookshelves were filled with ancient magic books, and occasionally a few books would hum softly, as if they were talking in hushed tones.

Just as he was feeling a bit tired and wondering if he could get some potions from Professor Snape to refresh himself, a crisp knock on the door suddenly broke the silence of the room.

"Come in!"

Professor Flitwick didn't even look up, just gently waved his wand.

With a soft creak, the door slowly opened automatically.

Only then did he raise his head.

When he saw the person standing at the door, Professor Flitwick was slightly taken aback, and then quickly waved.

"What are you doing here? Come in quickly, is there any case coming up?"

Sherlock was dressed in a neat wizard's robe, with the collar slightly open.

His hair was a little messy, but the sharp light in his eyes remained as always.

With Professor Flitwick's permission, Sherlock entered the office and quickly scanned his surroundings.

This was not the first time he had come to the Ravenclaw Dean's office.

There's no difference here compared to before.

Professor Flitwick was not at all surprised that Sherlock had come here.

Given Sherlock's abilities, answering Ravenclaw's door knocker question would be far too easy.

Upon seeing Sherlock enter the room, he immediately jumped down from the tall, ornate chair.

As a result, after jumping down, he was actually shorter than when he was sitting.

When he realized he had to look up to see Sherlock, Professor Flitwick jumped back into his chair without a word.

Up and down, in less than three seconds.

After completing this action, Professor Flitwick coughed and pointed to the person opposite him: "Sit down first."

Once Sherlock was seated and realized that he was at eye level with the other person, Professor Flitwick nodded in satisfaction.

Sherlock was unfazed by Professor Flitwick's obsession with height and got straight to the point:

“Professor, I’m not here for the case. I heard that Professor Lockhart graduated from Ravenclaw, so I would like to ask you some questions about him.”

"Gidero Lockhart?"

When he heard Sherlock mention the name, Flitwick raised an eyebrow: "Why did you suddenly think of asking about him?"

"Because of his performance in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Sherlock recounted Professor Lockhart's behavior during this period and stated his conjecture directly.

"He didn't come here for teaching."

"Is that really what you think?"

Professor Flitwick first showed a look of surprise, then nodded slightly. "I understand. So... what aspect of him would you like to know?"

"Everything you know about him."

Upon hearing Sherlock's somewhat unusual answer, Professor Flitwick was not surprised but rather laughed:

"You're such a child... Fine, I'll tell you."

He looked at Sherlock with doting eyes, feeling more and more that it was a great loss that Sherlock hadn't come to Ravenclaw.

Intelligent, quick-witted, and with a strong thirst for knowledge, what a promising talent!
Unfortunately, what's done is done, and it's too late to talk about it now.

Even though Sherlock is a Gryffindor, he is still willing to provide as much assistance as possible within the scope of his duties.

So after agreeing to Sherlock's request, Professor Flitwick stopped talking and became lost in memories of the past.

Sherlock didn't disturb him, but simply watched him quietly.

“During his school days, Lockhart was an extremely bright child.”

After a while, Professor Flitwick finally spoke, his voice low and tinged with emotion:
Lockhart is a half-blood wizard; his father is a Muggle, his mother is a witch, and he has two older sisters.

It must be said that Lockhart was born with excellent natural advantages. He not only inherited his father's handsome appearance, but also his mother's magical talent.

In contrast, his two older sisters are both Muggles.

Because of this, Lockhart's mother showed him a great deal of favoritism.

Spoiled so unconditionally, Lockhart inevitably developed a certain arrogance.

Sherlock nodded; the family environment has a tremendous impact on children.

A prime example is Harry's cousin Dudley.

He was spoiled and pampered by the Dursleys to an unbearable degree.

But there are not exceptions.

For example, Harry.

It's a miracle that Harry, growing up in such an environment, developed such a pure and kind character and didn't become a vengeful scoundrel.

"The year Lockhart received his Hogwarts acceptance letter, I had just become the Head of Ravenclaw." At this point, Professor Flitwick suddenly laughed. "Sherlock, do you know? Lockhart almost became a hat-bomb back then."

"A hat-wearing embarrassment?"

Sherlock reacted quickly and immediately deduced what had happened based on Professor Flitwick's words.

"So that means he almost got assigned to another house. Let me think, it should be Slytherin, right?"

"You are always so perceptive."

Professor Flitwick gave an approving look, and while affirming Sherlock's deduction, continued:
"After Lockhart entered Ravenclaw, he thought he would become the center of attention like he did in the Muggle world, but reality disappointed him somewhat."

He and his mother forgot one thing—Hogwarts brought together wizarding talents from all over Britain and Ireland, so he wasn't the most eye-catching one.

However, from my observation, although his talent in magic is not as outstanding as yours and Miss Granger's, it still surpasses that of most of his classmates.

Even without much effort in academics, one can achieve good results simply by using their brain.

But his biggest flaw is that he is too ambitious and only wants to be the best at everything he does, otherwise he is unwilling to try.

All the teachers, including myself, knew that if he were willing to work hard and diligently, he would definitely achieve something in the future—though not as much as he boasted about.

At this point, Professor Flitwick sighed slightly, a hint of regret appearing on his face, as if he felt sorry for Lockhart.

"How did he boast about it?"

"You're actually interested in this?"

Professor Flitwick glanced at Sherlock with some surprise.

“Dear Professor Flitwick, as I just said, you need to know everything about him.”

"Well, he often bragged to his classmates that he could create a magic stone before graduation."

He wants to lead the England Quidditch team to the World Cup.

He even said he wanted to become the youngest Minister of Magic in Britain after graduation.

Sherlock: (_)
Seeing Sherlock's expression, Professor Flitwick couldn't help but chuckle:

"Actually, I really think the Sorting Hat should have sorted Lockhart into Slytherin, because he studies purely to attract attention and is extremely eager for various awards."

In order to stand out, he went to the principal and begged him to publish a school newspaper, hoping that his name could be printed in it and appear in front of everyone.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore couldn't give him what he wanted, so he started doing even more outrageous things.

He used magic to carve his name into twenty-foot-long letters on the Quidditch pitch, and as a result, he was locked up for a week.

Later, he threw his own portrait into the sky like a black magic mark, and unsurprisingly, he was penalized again with points deducted and confinement.

Even worse, he sent himself eight hundred Valentine's Day cards, leaving the entire restaurant covered in owl droppings and feathers, making it impossible for anyone to have breakfast..."

Professor Flitwick then recounted some other things about Lockhart during his student days.

After listening to Professor Flitwick's explanation, Sherlock understood why the professors had such expressions when they saw Lockhart at the beginning of the semester.

It may not be without cause.

At this point, Professor Flitwick's smile faded, and a look of doubt appeared on his face:
"However, what is most puzzling is the method by which he obtained his position."

In fifth grade, no one knows what method he used, but he managed to get the class monitor at the time to willingly come to me and say that he wanted to give up the class monitor position to me.

You should know very well that the position of prefect is of great significance at Hogwarts. It requires not only excellent academic performance but also outstanding leadership skills and character.

They are usually selected through layers of rigorous competition, but he did it so easily.

In seventh grade, he did the same thing again, making the then-male student council president obediently hand over his position.

These two incidents caused quite a stir at the school, with everyone speculating about the methods he used, but no one had a definitive answer.

To be honest, I even wondered if he had Veela blood in him.

At this point, Professor Flitwick frowned, his expression of doubt becoming increasingly apparent.

"hehe."

This time, Sherlock smiled without saying a word.

Both of these things can be done if you are willing.

They just don't bother to do it.

"For all these reasons, we all breathed a sigh of relief when he graduated from Hogwarts."

Later, he became a writer of some renown, traveling all over the world and frequently visiting exotic places.

It was during this process that his fame grew, eventually making him a superstar in the wizarding world, and he even received the Order of Merlin, Third Class.

At this point, Professor Flitwick paused, then said emphatically:
"You know, I don't even have that thing!"

Sherlock: ()

He sensed a deep resentment from Professor Flitwick's words.

With just a slight shift in perspective, Sherlock understood the source of Professor Flitwick's resentment.

Former students have become my colleagues and have even received honors that I never had.

The key point is that I didn't think highly of him at the time.

On the contrary, it belongs to Tiangang.

(End of this chapter)