Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 191 Hermione Granger VS Gemma Farley
"Holmes, I'm so sorry, Weasley just took out these two sticks, and I couldn't help myself..."

Even after moving up to the second year, Neville still couldn't change his shy and introverted personality.

Of course, it was precisely for this reason that he became one of Professor Lockhart's favorite students.

“They’re everywhere by the lake,” Sherlock glanced at the two and casually remarked, “but the way they’re holding them is wrong.”

"Hey, we're just having fun, why are you taking it so seriously!"

Ron said so.

Neville's eyes lit up. "Mr. Holmes, what is the correct way to hold a stick?"

"It's not holding a stick, it's holding a sword."

Sherlock took the staff from Ron and casually assumed a standard sword-holding stance.

This was something he had already taught Harry when he first started teaching him fencing.

Neville etched this scene into his mind.

After a short stay in the dormitory, Sherlock and Ron went to the Great Hall for breakfast. Hermione, who had arrived earlier, was surprised to see only the two of them and asked in surprise:
"Where's Harry?"

At this time of day, Sherlock and Harry, having finished their morning exercise, should have just arrived.

Today, Sherlock is not only faster, but he's even lost Harry.

"Woodra took her to Quidditch training!"

With food still stuffed in his mouth, Ron mumbled, "You woke me up too."

"Early to bed and early to rise are good for good health."

Hermione said irritably, then looked at Sherlock and invited him, "Shall we go to the library later?"

Although it was an invitation, it had actually become her and Sherlock's regular way of getting along.

Since the beginning of last semester, the two of them have been spending every weekend at the library.

If nothing unexpected happens, this week will be the same as always.

However, this time, before she could even finish speaking and before Sherlock could reply, a voice abruptly cut in between them:

"Sherlock, can I talk to you?"

As that mature yet slightly languid voice rang out, a beautiful figure appeared at the Gryffindor dining table.

With her tall figure, chestnut hair, and delicate features, Gemma Farley is a sixth-year student in Slytherin House and also the female prefect of Slytherin.

Hermione immediately became alert upon seeing her.

"Prefect Farley, what are you doing here?"

Didn't I just say that?

Farley smiled slightly at Hermione, then looked at Sherlock. "I have something I'd like to discuss with Sherlock alone."

Hermione raised an eyebrow: "Is there something we can't talk about here, that we have to go out and discuss it privately?"

Farley maintained his elegant smile, but his words caused Hermione to frown.

“Miss Granger, I invited Sherlock, which seems to have nothing to do with you.”

“I am Sherlock’s friend.”

Hermione was shorter than Farley, but her presence was no less imposing; she stared directly at Farley.

"As a friend, I have a responsibility to help Sherlock guard against people with ulterior motives getting close to him."

"Miss Granger, who are you accusing of having ulterior motives?"

"Whoever takes the bait, I'll talk to them."

"If you're talking about me, then that's a bit too petty."

"Judging from the behavior of your students, I can't help but be petty."

The conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin has intensified recently.

Whenever Gryffindor gains points in other subjects and pulls ahead, Slytherin uses their home advantage in Potions class to tie the score.

While Professor Snape was constantly awarding Slytherin students extra points, he would also deduct points from Gryffindor students, turning them into Gryffindor students.

Under such circumstances, Hermione naturally wouldn't give this prefect a friendly look.

Gemma Farley was somewhat surprised to see Hermione looking so imposing.

This year's Gryffindor class is full of talented people!
Having the Lion King and the Savior was enough to make them happy, but they never expected there to be another expert here.
Last year, she thought this know-it-all was just a bookworm, but now it seems that's not the case.

Thinking this through, she decided to temporarily abandon her confrontation with Hermione and turn her attention back to the main culprit, looking into Sherlock's gray eyes and asking:

"Sherlock, are you coming?"

Sherlock nodded and stood up abruptly: "Let's go."

Hermione panicked when she saw Sherlock agree.

"Sherlock!"

“My dear Hermione, don’t worry.”

Sherlock said calmly, and left with Farley amidst Hermione's surprised and helpless gaze.

After they left, Hermione turned around and glared angrily at Ron, who was still watching the show.

"All you do is eat! Why don't you try to stop me from doing anything!"

"advise?"

Ron swallowed the melon in his mouth with a thud. "Why should I try to persuade her?" "She's a Slytherin prefect, haven't you forgotten what happened at the end of last semester? If she has ill intentions..."

"Hermione, I think you're being too sensitive. If Miss Farley really had ill intentions, how could Sherlock not have noticed?"

"That's hard to say!"

Hermione snorted and said irritably.

"Don't worry!"

Ron laughed, "If Miss Farley really wants to harm Sherlock, I think she's the one who should be worried!"

Besides, I don't think Miss Farley is that kind of person. You've forgotten, even Percy and Ravenclaw's Clear Springs Prefect said she's different from the other Slytherins."

Hearing Ron say that, Hermione felt a little relieved: "That's for the best..."

"However, there is one thing that is indeed very strange."

"whats the matter?"

"Didn't you notice just now? Miss Farley was calling Sherlock 'Sherlock' too. I clearly remember she called Sherlock 'Holmes' last semester..."

Hermione looked up abruptly.

My relationship with Sherlock progressed rapidly, didn't it all start with calling each other by name?
She was used to calling Sherlock by his first name, so she didn't notice anything amiss when she heard Farley address Sherlock by his first name.

Instead, it was Ron who discovered it!
This... is not a good sign!
Sherlock followed Gemma Farley up the stairs.

The wooden staircase creaked softly beneath their feet, echoing through the empty corridor.

The two walked up to the fourth floor, and when they arrived at an empty classroom, Gemma gently pushed open the old wooden door, and the hinges made a slight creaking sound.

She gestured for Sherlock not to enter the classroom, then closed the door.

The door made a dull thud as it closed, as if shutting out all the noise from the outside world.

"This classroom is usually not very popular."

Gemma walked straight to the center of the classroom and stopped in front of a table, saying something.

She gently waved her wand, and a faint blue light flashed from the tip, while a wisp of silver mist appeared, swirling around two glasses of orange juice.

"I think you'll like them."

Wisps of steam rose from the cup, creating a hazy mist in the air.

Sherlock noticed a mint leaf stuck to the rim of one of the glasses—clearly a sign of the house-elves' obsessive-compulsive tendencies.

"Your friend."

Gemma lightly tapped the rim of the glass with her meticulously manicured nails and said slowly, "It seems you're imagining me as a Chimera?"

The Chimera is a magical creature native to Greece, known for its bloodthirstiness and violence.

It has the head of a lion, the body of a goat, and the tail of a fire dragon.

The British Ministry of Magic has classified most magical creatures into danger levels, and Chimera is in the highest category.

At this moment, Gemma deliberately imitated Hermione's tense expression when she spoke, but her sky-blue eyes revealed a hint of mischief, clearly expressing her dissatisfaction in this way.

"It's not just 'seems'."

Sherlock walked to the table and sat down leisurely.

He leaned back, casually resting his hands on the armrests of the chair. "It's not just Hermione; most Gryffindor students would find it difficult to like you."

But I don't recall the Slytherin prefects' job being to dispense tranquilizers to every paranoid Gryffindor.

Gemma frowned slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes:
"Sherlock, you don't need to be so aggressive when you talk to me."

I think you should know that even as a prefect, I can't possibly control every Slytherin student.

Why are restrictions necessary?

"what?"

“If Slytherin students need the discipline of prefects to live a normal life, I think they should leave as soon as possible. Hogwarts is not suitable for them.”

Gemma's eyes lit up, and she looked at Sherlock with admiration, her gaze full of approval:
"Sherlock, I'm increasingly convinced you should come to Slytherin."

She leaned forward slightly and placed her hands on the table, a gesture that revealed her beautiful figure beneath her loose robe.

"Resourceful, strong-willed, and with a certain disdain for rules... these qualities of yours are so fitting for Slytherin."

Sherlock, however, seemed oblivious to the scene, a polite smile on his face, but one that carried a subtle, almost imperceptible, distance.

“I’m sorry, Prefect, as far as I know, there are no Muggle-born wizards in Slytherin.”

Gemma keenly noticed this, and her response was to pout slightly, with a hint of reproach on her face:

"Didn't we talk about this during the summer vacation? Please don't call me that anymore."

And that first night of school, I didn't even have a chance to correct you!

“Well, Miss Gemma, so which Slytherin student did you call me here for today?”
As the prefect, you really go to great lengths to take care of them.

Gemma glared at Sherlock. "Couldn't it have been for you?"

When she said this, her voice was as soft as a spring breeze.

Sherlock replied calmly, "No."

Gemma was slightly taken aback upon hearing this: "Why?"

(End of this chapter)