Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 190 Luna Lovegood
Outside the gates of Hogwarts.

Sherlock and Luna looked at each other.

"That's because you're being bothered by harassing horseflies."

When Sherlock asked how she had discovered the other person, Luna looked at Sherlock with a sympathetic expression and said:
"When you came over just now, I felt like there were several of them buzzing around here."

"Harassing horseflies?"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Harassment flies... they're invisible, they'll drift into your ears and mess with your brain."

As Luna spoke, she clapped her hands in the air as if trying to shoo away an invisible giant moth.

Sherlock stared at Luna, making sure she wasn't joking, and couldn't help but chuckle softly:
"interesting."

He had already read the book "Monsters and Their Origins" thoroughly. At this moment, he spent three seconds searching his memory attic and found that there was no such creature as Luna called the harassing fly.

He searched through other materials he had found in the library over the past two academic years, but still could not find this magical creature.

Luna didn't ask Sherlock why he found it interesting; she simply reached out and gently stroked Thestral's body once more.

As she touched him, she suddenly said, "You've seen death too."

"It's obvious."

"Many people say that this is an unlucky animal that will bring all sorts of terrible disasters to those who see it—what do you think?"

After saying that, Luna stared intently at Sherlock.

If it were someone else, they might find Luna's gaze somewhat strange.

However, Sherlock remained calm. "Evidence."

"What did you say?"

Seemingly surprised by Sherlock's answer, Luna tilted her head.

"I said... evidence. Any claim that is valid must be supported by strong evidence."

Sherlock looked at the Thestrals behind Luna and spoke rapidly:
"To date, there is no evidence that this creature brings misfortune to people."

I will only treat any claim without evidence as a rumor.

On the contrary, according to "Fantastic Beasts and Their Places" and Hogwarts Library documents, Thestrals are very intelligent and useful, and once tamed, they will never leave their masters.

Moreover, Thestrals have an amazing sense of direction; as long as you tell them where you want to go, they will take you to your destination.

In addition, its flight speed is very fast, so in my opinion, a creature like this could completely replace a flying broom as a means of transportation.

Because they can greatly conserve the wizards' energy—what I'm more curious about now is how Hogwarts tamed these magical creatures and made them work for them.”

Sherlock walked up to the Thestral as he spoke.

He stood side by side with Luna, then placed his hand on Thestral.

The Thestrals felt no different to Sherlock than a horse, which was not unexpected.

On the contrary, the Thestral's behavior was somewhat strange.

When it saw that both Sherlock and Luna could see it and put their hands on it, it shrank back.

"It is afraid."

Seeing Thestral's state, Luna said with certainty, "It's because it's gotten used to being ignored by others, and suddenly the two of us can see it... so it's started to get scared."

Seeing Sherlock withdraw his hand, Luna tilted her head again, staring at Sherlock with a curious expression.

"What else do you want to ask? Go ahead and ask."

"You seem to be saying something different from what Ginny said."

Luna paused for a moment, then said, "What I mean is, she said that although you're her brother's good friend, you're actually a strange person..."

"As I just said, I'm definitely not a normal person."

"Really? But I think you're quite normal."

"Thank you, I'll take it as a compliment."

"By the way, what has death looked like to you? Can you tell me?"

Luna asked curiously, "People say... only those who have seen death can see Thestrals."

But I know of people who have seen death, yet still cannot see it.

That's because that statement isn't accurate enough.

"Then what should be the accurate way to say it?"

"Only those who have directly seen death and understand its meaning can see it; merely having seen death does not allow one to see it."

Of course, it is precisely because only those who have witnessed death can see Thestrals that they are considered an ominous symbol.

"So that's it..."

After hearing Sherlock's first words, Luna didn't pay attention to what he said afterward.

She was lost in deep memories.

Only today did she finally understand one thing.

When she was nine years old, her mother died in an accident while conducting a spell experiment, and since then she has been raised by her father alone.

"So, even back then, I was already able to understand the meaning of death..."

When she came to her senses and was about to ask Sherlock a few more questions, she found that there was no one in front of her.

Sherlock had disappeared without a trace.

Luna wasn't surprised at all when her new friend left without saying goodbye.

She moved closer to Thestral once more and gently patted its gleaming neck:

“Mr. Sherlock Holmes is not only an eccentric, but also a very interesting person…” The reason Sherlock left was because he understood what had happened as soon as he saw Luna deep in thought.

After all, I sometimes find myself in this state myself.

Therefore, he was well aware that this state would often continue for a long time.

Having already spent enough time outside the school gates, I decided to return to Hogwarts Castle.

As for Luna Lovegood, let her stay where she is and continue to ponder.

Sherlock is busy.

Harry wasn't idle either.

Because that man finally appeared.

Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, is an average-sized strongman and a Quidditch fanatic.

Since the start of the school year, Harry has been going for morning exercises with Sherlock every day.

But one Saturday morning, this burly man suddenly appeared before Sherlock and Harry left their dormitory and shook Harry awake.

"Sherlock, why are you up so early today... Oliver?"

The moment Harry saw Wood, he snapped back to reality.

what's the situation?
Is the competition between the teams this year really that fierce?
Even the Quidditch team captain has to learn boxing from Sherlock!

However, Harry clearly misjudged the situation.

Wood's early visit to him had nothing to do with Sherlock.

He just wanted Harry to go to Quidditch practice.

According to the team captain, waking up early is part of their new training program this year.

Because other teams haven't started their training plans yet, they need to be the first.

Despite yawning repeatedly, Harry obediently got out of bed.

Kind-hearted, he always felt that he was the reason for the loss in the last game last year.

He has always wanted to do something for the team to make up for his past mistakes, and now that he has this opportunity, he naturally wants to work hard.

"Holmes, are you really not going to join us?"

As Harry searched for the team uniform, Wood glanced at Sherlock again, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism:
"With your flying skills, if you could join our team, our defense on the entire front line would be absolutely..."

"Flawless!"

Before Sherlock could answer, Ron, who had been woken up, rubbed his eyes and blurted out.

"Hey, Weasley, how did you know what I was going to say?"

Wood was quite surprised that Ron was able to say what he wanted to say.

"Please, my dear Captain, you've said that to Sherlock countless times already!"

Ron complained, "It's barely dawn! Even if it's training, it doesn't have to be this intense!"

Since the start of the semester, he did actually go for a morning workout with Sherlock and Harry once.

It happened yesterday morning.

However, after just this one time, he decided to give up.

Getting up early for morning exercise is totally pointless!

So he told Harry last night not to call him anymore.

He's given up, he's given up, and he's not going anymore!

Today is Saturday, and I thought I could sleep in, but the Quidditch captain has come again.

This left him utterly speechless.

"Weasley, I remember you wanted to join the Quidditch team last year?"

"That's true, but..."

"If you still have such plans this year, you should put them away as soon as possible. I really don't know how you can sleep at such a young age."

The harsher the training conditions we usually face, the less likely we are to make mistakes during official competitions!

"And one more question, Mr. Holmes, are you really not planning to join the House team?"

After receiving a negative answer, a regretful Wood hurriedly pulled Harry, who was wearing a bright red team uniform, away.

"Oh my god, while I do love Quidditch, this Wood guy..."

As soon as Wood left, Ron couldn't help but complain to Sherlock, "...I really don't know what to say about him."

"Having a hobby and being able to work tirelessly for it is actually a very enjoyable thing."

Upon hearing Sherlock's assessment, Ron murmured, "I'm afraid only you would think that way."

Without Harry, and with Ron already deciding to give up, Sherlock went for his morning exercise alone.

Individual training naturally requires real equipment, so the wooden stick originally used to teach Harry fencing was left in the dormitory.

When he returned to the dormitory, he saw Ron and Neville playing with the long sticks that he and Harry usually used for practice.

"Sherlock, you're back!"

As soon as Ron saw Sherlock, he excitedly shouted to him:

"Where did you find such a straight and long stick?"

We don't have sticks of that shape in our garden!

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