Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 199 Don’t come over
"Sherlock, I'm truly impressed this time!"

Ron looked at Sherlock with admiration and said in a deep, muffled voice:
“I have to admit that I did have some doubts about that claim that day—just a tiny bit, of course.”

“Dear Ron, that is indeed very superficial. I would not have used this to distract you if you hadn’t expressed some disbelief that day.”

Hearing Sherlock's words, Ron felt a little embarrassed, but more than that, he felt helpless.

Was Sherlock really that competitive?

Just to prove that I remembered that casual remark I made, I still remember it to this day.

But on second thought, this also represents Sherlock's approval of him, showing that he truly considers him a friend.

If it were anyone else, Sherlock wouldn't care what they were thinking!

Yes, that must be it!

Ron was about to praise him when Sherlock suddenly appeared as if by magic, pulling a small glass bottle from his pocket.

"Now, you should drink this bottle of energy drink."

"I don't want to drink that stuff!"

Ron's expression changed, and he shook his head repeatedly, "I'd rather go for morning exercise with you guys."

Although he had just agreed to Sherlock's request, he was now clearly planning to act like a scoundrel.

I'm not drinking it, so what can you do about it?
You can't force-feed me medicine, can you?

No matter how eloquently you, Sherlock, speak, I would rather starve to death, die outside, or jump off this cliff than drink a drop of your medicine!

Seeing this, Sherlock didn't try to persuade him, but instead turned to the side and said, "Neville."

"what?"

"If you really want to learn fencing properly, then join Harry in giving Ron the energy drink."

"what!"

"Also, after you finished doing this, you drank it yourself."

"what?!"

"Navie, you don't want to drag your cold body along for a morning workout with us in the cold, do you?"

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Neville hesitated.

Ron was stunned.

He never expected that Sherlock would actually do something like forcibly administering drugs.

Seeing that Neville, usually introverted and timid, was becoming restless under Sherlock's encouragement, he immediately shouted:
"Hey, Sherlock, don't do anything reckless."

He then turned to Neville: "Neville, you'd better think this through!"

His words, instead of helping, solidified Neville's resolve.

The next moment, Neville actually jumped off the bed and took the glass bottle containing the stimulant from Sherlock's hand.

Ron was immediately shocked.

Who says Neville is a coward? He's incredibly brave, okay?

He instinctively tried to run away, but Harry held him tightly.

Having trained with Sherlock for so long, Harry is no longer the frail man he once was.

Ron, who happened to be suffering from a cold, was also weak and could only let them do as they pleased.

As Neville approached him step by step with the energy drink, Ron struggled desperately while yelling:
"do not come!"

However, before he could speak, Sherlock had already waved his wand.

"Whisper!"

With this whispering spell, Ron's shouts instantly became as faint as mosquitoes, sounding like he was just being coquettish.

"Don't come over here!"

Neville smiled.

For some reason, he felt a sense of comfort and pleasure.

"Ron, it's time to take your medicine."

Neville spoke gently, but his actions were anything but hesitant, pinching Ron's mouth shut and forcing him to drink the entire bottle.

The speed and efficiency of their movements surprised even Harry, who was in charge of controlling Ron.

Who knew Neville had this side to him?
This was quite unexpected.

Sherlock, however, smiled slightly, revealing a satisfied expression.

How can you learn fencing without this kind of spirit?

The fact that Old Hat was able to sort Neville into Gryffindor proves that he must have had courage hidden deep within him.

See, courage has appeared now?

Ron was forced to drink a stimulant by Harry and Neville, and steam immediately billowed from his bright red hair, making his head look like it was on fire.

After seeing this, Harry and Ron finally let go.

At this moment, Sherlock handed Neville the second bottle of energizer.

The latter drank it all in one gulp without hesitation, and his ears immediately started smoking.

Ron was so angry at the sight that he almost laughed.

Good grief, you're all meek and submissive when facing Sherlock, but you come at me with full force, huh?
Now he finally understood why Neville had been sorted into Gryffindor.

That round face is so brave!

The energizer is very effective.

By evening, Ron and Neville were much better.

So the two of them discussed it and set their sights on Dean.

Simply put, it's about doing to Dean what Harry and Neville did to Ron.

However, to their surprise, Dean, who usually looks like he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually showed remarkable judgment in the crucial moment.

When he saw Ron and Neville approaching him with ill intentions, he didn't say a word and downed the whole thing in one gulp.

Then his ears started smoking too.

This made Ron extremely frustrated.

Originally, I wanted to experience what it felt like to force someone to take medicine, but I didn't expect this kid to not give me a chance at all.

What a pity!
After that, Sherlock and Harry took some time to visit Hagrid.

Their main purpose was to obtain rock-skin cakes from him.

On the way, Harry repeatedly warned Sherlock not to say that he wanted the thing to make a shield.

Sherlock was skeptical, but agreed after Harry's earnest request. Hagrid, on the other hand, didn't think much of it and generously gave them a lot of rock cakes when he heard they wanted some.

After that, he mysteriously led them to the backyard:

"Come with me, I have some good stuff to offer."

"Great... Could it be those cabbage-eating slugs again, like last time?"

"What slug? That's way more irritating!"

"Too much excitement?"

"Yes, you're here! Come with me and you'll see!"

Sherlock listened to the conversation between Harry and Hagrid and felt that something was off.

However, when they followed Hagrid to the backyard, they immediately understood his intention.

pumpkin.

A giant pumpkin.

It's no exaggeration to say that two or three people could squeeze into each of them.

"How about that? Pretty cool, right? This is what I prepared for Halloween!"

Harry stared in astonishment at the sight.

Hagrid was right; this is just too exciting.

I've never seen such a huge pumpkin in my entire life!
Each one is half a person's height!
"My God, Hagrid, how did you do that? What kind of fertilizer is so amazing?"

"It's just..."

"The Inflation Curse, right?"

"No, no, no, how could I do that? You know they broke my wand, I can't use magic anymore..."

Hagrid's expression changed drastically upon hearing Sherlock's words, and he inwardly thought, "This is bad."

How could you forget Sherlock's skills?
I should have only let Harry come in!
"is it?"

Sherlock looked toward the pink umbrella in Hagrid's hand.

Seeing this, Hagrid quickly hid the umbrella behind his back.

Harry also knew very well what secret Hagrid's umbrella held—just as Sherlock had said, everyone at Hogwarts had a secret.

Noticing the troubled look on Hagrid's face, he immediately said, "Sherlock, how about we talk about something else..."

As he spoke, he cast a pleading look at Sherlock.

"can."

Sherlock nodded and pointed to the side, "These roosters seem to be well-raised."

"of course!"

Hagrid immediately burst into laughter. "Sherlock, you know me well; I'm quite the expert at raising animals..."

Speaking of which, the youngest Weasley girl came by a few days ago, and she said I did a great job!

"Ginny?"

"Yeah, Harry, if you ask me, she definitely wouldn't refuse your autographed photo..."

"If you say that again, I'm not playing with you anymore!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The approaching Halloween means the first Quidditch match of the season is about to begin, which has led Harry to attend morning practice less and less.

Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular Quidditch training was so high that nothing could stop him.

It can be said that it is truly undeterred by wind or rain.

As a result, Neville became the one who went to exercise with Sherlock every morning.

After his cold was cured, he joined Sherlock's morning exercise group as agreed and learned fencing from him.

As for Ron, it's still "next time, for sure."

After a morning workout, Sherlock looked at Neville with a satisfied expression:

“Navie, you do have a talent for fencing.”

"Really?" Neville asked cautiously.

I won't lie unless it's absolutely necessary.

Sherlock was not lying.

The main reason was that he hadn't expected that such a small Gryffindor school could produce two fencing prodigies like Harry and Neville.

Dumbledore once said that there are two people who meet the criteria for the savior of the wizarding world.

However, Voldemort ultimately chose Harry.

Does that mean that Neville actually possesses the potential to be a savior?

Thinking about this, Sherlock couldn't help but have a bold idea.

On a Saturday before Halloween, a storm raged, with raindrops the size of soybeans pattering against the castle windows for days on end.

Several days of heavy rain caused the lake to rise, turning the entire flowerbed into a muddy mess.

In such terrible weather, Harry, soaking wet and covered in mud, returned to Hogwarts Castle after training.

He was in a terrible mood.

This has nothing to do with the weather.

Even if it's neither windy nor rainy, this training session won't be enjoyable.

According to the Weasley twins' reconnaissance, their current situation is not optimistic.

With the speed boost from the new flying broomsticks, the Nimbus 2001, the Slytherin team members appeared as seven blurry, pale green shadows, whizzing through the air like jets.

When Harry heard the news, he even felt a little regretful.

If I had been a little more ruthless when I struck last time, I might have been able to keep Malfoy in the hospital for a longer period of time.

However, he immediately shook his head and dismissed the idea.

Let's not even talk about the fact that this matter is already in the past.

Even without the past, with Ms. Pomfrey's superb medical skills, even if someone knocked off their own jaw, they would only need to lie in the school hospital for one night to recover.

bother!
"Harry!"

As Harry walked down the empty corridor, feeling distraught, a pleasant voice suddenly called out to him.

At the same time, a very beautiful girl with long, glossy black hair appeared in front of Harry, smiling at him.

(End of this chapter)