Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 195 The King of Fighters
"Um... if it were me, I would probably say the same thing... right?"

Hermione was also somewhat surprised, clearly not expecting Colin to be so brave.

Sherlock nodded slightly; this wasn't the first time Colin had done this.

From this perspective alone, the Sorting Hat was indeed right to send him to Gryffindor.

"As a result... Malfoy was furious and publicly called him a Mudblood..."

Thanks to Ron's explanation last semester, Hermione already knows that this word is the most insulting term.

Her face changed instantly, and she covered her mouth with her hand: "Oh my god, how dare he!"

"Perhaps he felt protected by the other Slytherins?"

Ron said instinctively.

The Gryffindor team also has three female members, so if the two sides really fight, Slytherin will naturally have the upper hand.

Harry nodded and continued:
"We were all furious. Flint had to rush in front of Malfoy and protect him to prevent Fred and George from pounce on him."

Arya, Angelina, and Katie rushed forward, but the Slytherins held them off.

At this point, Harry paused, then suddenly became a little embarrassed:
"Well... actually, I didn't originally intend to take action."

But Malfoy, thinking he was protected by them, became fearless and kept provoking them.

Seeing his smug look, I was really angry, so I used the trick Sherlock taught me to beat up Malfoy.

"Which move did I teach you?"

Hearing Harry say that, Sherlock immediately became interested.

Hermione and Ron also stared intently at Harry, waiting for him to continue.

"Support your whole body with your left foot, and bend your right leg slightly to make it easier to stretch and bend."

Not only with your hands and arms, but also with your whole body strength, strike the opponent's chin from below!

Harry said in a serious tone, "I just hit him hard like that."

Harry couldn't help but feel a surge of pleasure as he said this.

That scene is still deeply etched in his mind:

Immediately after he threw that decisive punch, he heard the sound of teeth clashing together.

Malfoy's tongue was undoubtedly broken by his teeth due to the strong impact.

He wailed, raised his hands and flailed them wildly in the air a few times, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw.

No one could have imagined that Harry's punch would cause such great damage, directly knocking out Malfoy.

"Good job!"

Sherlock smiled with satisfaction.

Based on Harry's description, it was just a normal uppercut.

However, theory is one thing, and being able to actually do it is another.

In that chaotic situation, to seize the opportunity to launch a successful attack, and to kill the target with a single shot...

This savior of the magical world has been with me for so long, and he has finally made some progress.

Hermione and Ron nodded in agreement.

"However, hitting someone is still wrong..."

Hermione laughed after she said that.

"Um... next time you're going to take action, it's best to do it like Sherlock did and not get caught."

Harry gave a wry smile.

He felt that Hermione was absolutely right.

It felt great to do it, but the punishment afterwards was really awful.

Gryffindor loses 30 points.

That's nothing. Compared to knocking out Malfoy with one punch, it doesn't matter if it's 30 points, or even 50 points, or even more.

Solitary confinement isn't a big problem.

Sherlock already set an example for him last year, didn't he? He went to the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid.
As long as you follow Hagrid and don't wander off, even venturing into the dangerous Forbidden Forest feels like coming home.

But to his utter surprise, the purpose of this confinement was to help Professor Lockhart reply to his letter.

That's going too far!

Harry would swear on his grandfather's name that when Professor McGonagall said, "Professor Lockhart specifically asked for you," he wished he could go back in time and take back the punch he had landed on Malfoy's chin.

Indeed, Professor Lockhart has proven his abilities through lesson after lesson of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

But helping Lockhart reply to his admirers...

Just imagining that scene made Harry feel a wave of nausea.

"My dear Harry, it's not a big problem."

Upon hearing Harry's description, Sherlock immediately offered advice.

“I think you should seize this opportunity to learn some skills from him—I’m sure Professor Lockhart would be happy to share his experience with you.”

"Skills? What skills?"

Not only Harry, but Hermione and Ron also looked surprised.

Should Lockhart give Harry special tutoring?
That is indeed a good idea.

Given the strength Professor Lockhart has demonstrated so far, he certainly has the ability.

but……

Harry was specifically asked to go there to write letters. Would Lockhart teach him at a time like this?

"No, I'm not referring to magic."

Sherlock noticed the three men's gazes and immediately understood their thoughts.

"What I mean is, you can ask him for advice on how to deal with those overly enthusiastic fans—like that little guy over there with the camera."

The three looked in the direction Sherlock pointed and saw Colin Crevey standing at the entrance of the common room, walking toward them with a silly grin on his face.

"Oh no!"

"Bloody hell!"

"Oh no, he's here again!"

Upon seeing this, Harry's expression changed immediately, and he turned and ran without saying a word.

"Harry, don't go, wait for me! I came here specifically to thank you!"

Harry's original plan was to run out of the classroom before Colin could react.

Unfortunately, Colin was so talented at being a paparazzi that he managed to block Harry's escape route early on.

In addition, the common lounge is already a tiny place, so the result is...

He runs away, he chases, he can't fly.

Finally, Harry sighed deeply as he faced Colin, who was thoroughly enjoying himself.

He accepted his fate.

Seeing Harry stop, Colin grabbed Harry's arm and said excitedly:

"Harry, this is so much fun. Are you deliberately testing my reaction skills?"

Thinking back, I'm so grateful to you for what happened today!
And another thing, you know what? Your performance on the court has spread far and wide, everyone's calling you a hero, blah blah blah..."

Harry looked at the overly enthusiastic Colin with a look of despair.

He really wanted to shake Colin off and turn away.

But as the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face, and Harry himself isn't good at saying no, so he had no idea how to deal with this enthusiastic little brother.

At this moment, Colin was genuinely grateful to him.

In the end, Harry could only feign compliance and force a smile.

He glanced at Sherlock instinctively and found the latter looking at him meaningfully.

Harry immediately understood.

The words Sherlock had just said to him came to mind.

Perhaps... I really can learn from Professor Lockhart how to deal with these crazy fans.

Colin kept pestering Harry with questions.

Fortunately, not long after, the Gryffindor Quidditch team arrived in the common room to celebrate Harry's successful beating of Malfoy.

Colin then stopped and, in his capacity as the person involved, began to tell the other lion cubs about Harry's heroic deeds.

Harry was initially pleased that his teammates had helped him get rid of Colin's harassment.

Who knew that this celebration would give him a new nickname in addition to "Savior of the Wizarding World", "Boy Who Lived", and "Nemesis of the Dark Lord".

The King of Fighters

Although Harry strongly opposed this seemingly absurd title, the Weasley twins egged him on, and the nickname stuck.

"King of Fighters Harry!"

"Long live the King of Fighters!"

"..."

Harry didn't leave them alone until he told them he was going to be put in solitary confinement.

"Wait, Holmes, no, the Lion King can't leave!"

"That's right, we've all heard that you taught Harry that punch. No wonder you're called the Lion King!"

"Teach us quickly! I've suddenly realized that punching people is actually quite fun, compared to magic!"

"..."

Seeing this, Harry sighed deeply and left the common room alone for the Great Hall.

After a hurried dinner, he rested in his dormitory for a while until just a few minutes before eight o'clock, when he reluctantly dragged his feet slowly up to the third floor.

That's the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

The person who stayed here last year was Quirrell.

This year it's Lockhart.

Thinking about this, Harry's feelings became somewhat complicated.

Come to think of it, in a way, Voldemort spent a whole year in this office last year.

Judging from the confrontation with him last year, this guy doesn't seem to be as formidable as the legends suggest.

So, could he have left something behind in this office?

Just as Harry was lost in thought, a figure suddenly appeared from the side.

Harry almost cried out in surprise until he saw the person's face clearly.

"Ouch! What are you doing?"

Harry, who was already in a heavy mood, couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved. "Hermione, you startled me."

"Shh," Hermione said, glancing around as if afraid of being discovered. "They're still celebrating. I sneaked out to help you."

"Huh?" Harry looked puzzled. "Help me?"

“What I mean is, I can go with you to Professor Lockhart’s office and help him… oh no, I mean help you write some replies to his fans.”

Hermione's eyes sparkled, and her face showed anticipation.

"Yeah!"

Harry agreed without hesitation.

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