Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 194 Only being caught counts as violating school rules

Upon hearing Ron's words, Hermione immediately glared at him fiercely:
"Ronald, shut up!"

Ron wanted to retort, but seeing Hermione's angry and embarrassed expression, he obediently shut up and didn't say anything more.

after all……

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Sherlock clasped his hands together, leaned back slightly, and his gray eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Replying to fans' messages? That's certainly interesting..."

"So, dear Harry, please tell me exactly what happened on the field today. I'm very interested in it, so please be as detailed as possible and don't leave out any details."

"Thank goodness, Sherlock, you've finally asked this."

Ron looked at Sherlock and Hermione and said helplessly, "I asked him a long time ago, but Old Harry insisted on waiting until both of you were here before he would tell me."

“I just don’t want to say the same thing twice.”

Harry, unusually serious, said...

The four returned to the Gryffindor common room, and as Sherlock had requested, Harry began to recount the events of the day from the beginning.

As is customary, the right to use the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch is always on a first-come, first-served basis.

In other words, whoever arrives first gets to practice first, much like reserving a spot on a baseball field in the Muggle world.

But Oliver Wood got up early for more than just that reason.

He submitted his application to Ms. Huo Qi yesterday.

He not only wants to train, but he also wants to book the entire venue!
This seemingly extravagant approach was intended to study and implement Gryffindor's latest tactics, preventing other houses from spying on them.

After all, the Quidditch pitch is very big.

If you don't book the entire venue, there's more than enough room for all four teams to practice at the same time.

To everyone's surprise, Slytherin took an unconventional approach and actually came to the pitch with a note from Professor Snape.

Harry then pushed a note in front of Sherlock.

I, Professor Severus Snape, grant permission for the Slytherin team to practice at the Quidditch pitch today to train their new Seeker.

Sherlock glanced at it and nodded slightly:

"It is indeed Professor Snape's handwriting."

After saying this, he carefully folded the note and put it in his pocket.

Hermione, seeing Sherlock's actions, asked, somewhat puzzled:

"Are you worried that Marcus Flint will fabricate something? I don't think he has the guts."

“My dear Hermione, you’re absolutely right, Flint certainly doesn’t have the guts.”

Sherlock smiled slightly: "I put it away so I could make a copy."

“Copying?” Hermione looked at Sherlock, her eyes wide with surprise. “You mean ‘copying’?”

“My language system and your auditory system are both normal. I did say ‘copy’ just now.”

"why?"

"Ah, my dear friend, you should know that although Professor Snape's handwriting is very easy to read, there are subtle differences in how people write when they are in different emotions."

Note the handwriting here; it's more flamboyant than Professor Snape's handwriting on the parchment in the Philosopher's Stone room last semester.

And here, look at this twist, subtly revealed, which proves that he was in a good mood when he wrote this note.

Therefore, to truly master his handwriting, one needs to study handwriting from various different contexts…

"Who asked you that?"

Hermione could no longer suppress her strong urge to complain:

"I'm asking why you would think of copying a professor's handwriting! What exactly are you trying to do?"

"Ha, dear Hermione, I'd like to ask you to use your imagination. The professor's signature has many uses!"
For example, next time Harry goes to practice, he can prepare the notes in advance.

This way, you don't have to worry about being disturbed by other colleges when you have the venue booked.

For example, if we want to access information in the restricted book section, a professor's signature can save us a lot of trouble.

For example…

"enough!"

Hearing this, Hermione interrupted him, looking speechless:

"Sherlock, you...you are incredibly audacious! This isn't just a simple violation of school rules; how dare you do something like this..."

For a moment, Hermione didn't know what words to use to describe Sherlock's behavior.

So you kept that parchment for this reason?
They were even analyzing the subtle differences between the two handwriting styles under different circumstances—they were simply unbeatable!
Harry and Ron looked at Sherlock with admiration.

As expected of you!

No wonder you came to Gryffindor instead of Ravenclaw.

The Sorting Hat really didn't lie!
Hermione, you don't need to be so nervous.

Harry kindly comforted her:

"You only break school rules if you get caught; if you don't get caught, nothing happens."

"My God! Harry, I really can't believe it, how could you think like that? Who taught you to do this?"

"Sherlock."

Hermione: (︿)
Seeing that Hermione seemed to have fallen into a state of withdrawal, Harry ignored her and continued talking about what happened that morning.

Professor Snape was not only a Potions professor, but also the Head of Slytherin House.

In the administrative structure of Hogwarts School, after the Headmaster are the heads of the four houses, and then the other teachers.

Professor McGonagall held a slightly higher rank than the other three heads of houses because she also served as vice-principal. However, as the flight instructor, Ms. Hodge couldn't possibly disrespect Professor Snape.

So they had no choice but to let the Slytherin Quidditch team break into the stadium even though Gryffindor had already booked the entire place.

When Harry got to this point, Ron also became excited:

"Sherlock, Hermione, you might not believe it, but Slytherin's new Seeker is..."

"Draco Malfoy, and his father even bought a Nimbus 2001 for every member of the Slytherin team."

Hermione had recovered from her withdrawn state by this time. Hearing Ron's words, she said with a helpless expression:

"Ron, could you please stop interrupting and let Harry finish what he has to say?"

"cannot!"

Ron's eyes widened, his face showing obvious dissatisfaction:
"That's Nimbus 2001!"
The latest product in the Lightcycle series this year flies faster and more stably than last year's Lightcycle 2000!

Malfoy's father really went all out this time, buying a gun for every single player on the team!
This is really…

At this point, Ron suddenly realized what Hermione had just said:

"Wait, what did you just say? How do you know about this?!"

His gaze darted back and forth between Sherlock and Hermione, then a look of sudden realization dawned on him:

"I know, it must have been Sherlock who told you, right?"

Let me think, Sherlock must have observed in advance that the Slytherin team was different from last year.

Then, with his clever mind, he analyzed the situation briefly and deduced the truth…

"No, this is not Sherlock's deduction."

Hermione's expression was somewhat subtle. "This was told to him by the Slytherin prefect."

"You mean Gemma Farley?"

Ron's surprise deepened. "She sought out Sherlock today just to talk about this?"

"if not?"

Hermione chuckled softly, her expression bearing a striking resemblance to Sherlock's.

"Unfortunately... never mind, let's not talk about this for now. Please don't interrupt Harry anymore, let him continue!"

"Alright alright……"

Ron, who had originally planned to share some exciting news, suddenly became depressed.

Strange, why do I always feel like an outsider?

Harry then continued talking about what happened that morning.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team, led by Oliver Wood, and the Slytherin team, led by Marcus Flint, faced off on the pitch, and the relationship between the two sides was already somewhat tense.

Immediately afterwards, the Slytherin players, wielding the latest Nimbus 2001, mocked the Gryffindor Quidditch players' old flying brooms.

It's said to be much faster than the original Nimbus 2000 series, while the Weasley brothers' old-fashioned sweeper series should just be used for sweeping floors.

This further heightened tensions between the two sides.

At this critical moment, someone no one expected suddenly appeared, becoming the fuse that ignited the battle between the two sides.

That person was Colin Crevey, the Muggle-born first-year Gryffindor student.

Why was Creepy at the Quidditch pitch?

Hermione suddenly interjected, "This has nothing to do with him!"

"He doesn't let others interrupt, but he keeps asking questions himself..."

Ron muttered something under his breath.

Harry pretended not to hear: "That's because I ran into him when I went out this morning. He heard I was going to Quidditch training, so he followed me."

"When we were flying over the Quidditch pitch, he took pictures of me with his camera, which led Wood to mistake him for a Slytherin spy."

"Pfft~"

Sherlock, Harry, and Hermione all looked at Ron at the same time.

"Sorry, I just remembered something happy."

Harry looked away with a hint of exasperation; he was completely used to being interrupted repeatedly.

"Just as I was explaining to Wood that Colin Crevey was not a spy sent by Slytherin, the Slytherin men arrived at the pitch."

Sherlock, just as you said, I flew over the pitch for a maximum of ten minutes, maybe even less.

Wood immediately stopped training when he saw the Slytherin men arrive.

He angrily declared that he had booked the entire stadium, but Flint and his friends pulled out a note from Professor Snape and introduced a new Chaser, mocking our flying broomsticks.

Just then, Colin, who had been taking pictures, saw us stop and ran straight onto the court.

I believe he meant well and wanted to protect us, but…

At this point, Harry gave a wry smile, recalling the situation at the time, and couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated:

"He publicly questioned Malfoy's abilities, saying that he only got into the Quidditch team by paying money..."

"Well done!"

Ron was extremely excited.

"This kid truly lives up to his reputation as someone from Gryffindor; he hasn't let us down at all!"

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(End of this chapter)