Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 2 The Vice Principal Visits

Sherlock has strong observation and memory.

He recognized at a glance that this owl was the one that had delivered the letter three days ago.

Just like last time, it circled the room a few times and dropped the letter into Sherlock's hands with a snap.

Mr. and Mrs. Holmes were stunned:

"Damn it, Tanan, what did I see? An owl that can deliver messages?! This must be an illusion!"

"Oh, by the Virgin Mary, Varita, I bet you it's a messenger from God!"

As he watched his wife cross herself, Mr. Holmes shook his head and said:
"Hey, my sweetheart, you're reacting like a mad turkey right now—as we all know, God's messengers only come to the world when the end of the world is approaching."

"What the hell, what could you possibly think? It's such a terrible idea, like Aunt Susan's apple pie next door—if you keep saying that, I swear I'll feed you a piece."

Mr. Holmes shrugged his shoulders and stopped arguing with his wife.

He turned to look at his son, "Sherlock, do you also think it is a messenger from God?"

"No," Sherlock said coldly, "it's just an owl that has learned to deliver messages."

He said as he opened the envelope.

The reply was extremely simple:
"I will be visiting at 9 o'clock - Minerva McGonagall."

"Ah."

Sherlock couldn't help but chuckle.

Interesting, it seems that guy is very confident in the actors he hired!
I looked at the time and it was 8:45.

In a quarter of an hour, the person who calls herself Professor McGonagall will arrive.

"Sherlock, what on earth is going on?"

Facing his parents' questions, Sherlock shook his head slightly: "Let this guest explain this question."

After all, he also wanted to see this "Vice-Principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry".

At 9 o'clock sharp, there was a knock on the door.

"Hello, I'm Minerva McGonagall answering your letter."

A serious-looking woman appeared before the Holmes family.

Five minutes later, Professor Minerva McGonagall and the Holmes family were sitting neatly in the living room.

McGonagall had a good first impression of Sherlock.

Sherlock is taller than his peers, so he looks a little thin.

Although he is not the type of boy who is particularly cute, he has strong features and sharp edges on his face.

In particular, his grey eyes looked exceptionally tall and slender.

In addition to the eyes, the slender hooked nose is also quite eye-catching.

All in all, Sherlock's appearance gives people a feeling of alertness and decisiveness, which fits the image of a good student in McGonagall's mind.

After a brief greeting, the stern Mag got down to business.

Every child with magical talent born in the UK is automatically included in the admission list of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

When these children turn 11, they will receive admission letters delivered by owls.

If the recipient fails to receive the letter, the owl will keep delivering it until the recipient receives it.

In addition to the admission notice, the letter also contains a list of necessary supplies, including uniforms, textbooks, cauldrons, wands, etc.

For children who originally came from a wizarding family, this matter was as common as eating and drinking.

But for some people, they neither know that they have magic nor know the existence of the magical world.

At such times, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would send faculty members to visit their guardians and explain everything to them, ensuring that they got the news.

but……

"Mr. Holmes is the first one to ask us to come here."

When she said this, Mag looked at Sherlock with even stronger admiration.

In Mag's opinion, it would be a waste, or even a crime, for anyone with magical talent not to receive systematic magical education.

People in the Middle Ages were very afraid of magic.

Many wizards, especially witches, have been persecuted to varying degrees, and in serious cases, they have even lost their lives.

At that time, wizards did not have a complete education system, and all wizard children learned magic at home under the guidance of their parents.

It was in this context that Hogwarts came into being.

It has a history of thousands of years.

Therefore, it is very encouraging that people like Sherlock Holmes, who were born into non-wizard families, have such an active interest in learning about the magical world.

You know, every year when the school recruits new students, there are always some non-wizarding families who are afraid of magic and avoid it.

Come on, it’s already 1991!

The magic content in film and television works is all adapted from reality. Why do these people still have this attitude towards magic?
However, Mag, who is nearly sixty years old, is also very clear.

The prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain that can never be moved no matter how hard you try.

Even though teachers in magic schools repeatedly emphasize that a wizard's magic will increase with age.

If a young wizard does not learn how to control magic when he reaches school age, the magic will riot, and in serious cases, he may even cost his life.

But even so, the idea that wizards = evil still exists in the minds of some people.

So after experiencing many setbacks, Hogwarts established new rules.

If these families still do not want to send their children to school after learning the truth about the magical world, then these children can continue to stay at home and attend ordinary schools.

This is equivalent to saying that life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God.

Of course, Hogwarts does not encourage this practice.

This is the last option when there is really nothing else you can do.

However, judging from Sherlock's positive attitude, this situation should not occur.

As Mag watched Sherlock, he was also watching her.

In fact, before McGonagall finished telling Sherlock and his parents about Hogwarts, Sherlock had already completed his analysis and judgment of McGonagall through observation.

The result surprised him greatly.

Because according to his judgment, the woman who called herself Professor Minerva McGonagall was not lying.

From a person's momentary expression, every twitch of his muscles and every turn of his eyes, one can infer his deepest thoughts.

This is not difficult for a man who has been trained in observation and analysis, and Sherlock himself is just such a man.

Before she even sat down and started talking, Sherlock had already judged her character from her wrinkle-free dark green robe, her neatly combed and tied high curly black hair, and her square glasses that reflected light.

Serious, strict, and meticulous.

If such a person wants to lie, he will be more easily identified than an ordinary person.

It was for this reason that Sherlock began to doubt his previous judgment.

If McGonagall hadn't lied...

Doesn’t this mean that this was not arranged by that person?

Magic... really exists?
“When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how implausible, is the truth.”

Sherlock couldn't help but mutter.

"Excuse me, Mr. Holmes, what did you say?"

Mag looked at Sherlock, she didn't hear the other person's mumbling clearly.

Sherlock's parents also looked at him curiously.

"No, it's nothing."

Sherlock shook his head, then stared at Mag with sharp eyes.

If you want to prove whether magic really exists, there is actually a simplest way.

"Professor, can you show us some magic?"

Hearing Sherlock's request, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes looked at Magg expectantly.

"Of course."

Mag was not at all surprised by such a request.

She would have found it strange if the other party hadn't made such a request - mainly because she was too experienced in dealing with such matters.

"If you agree."

After receiving a positive answer, McGonagall drew out a black wand and waved it gracefully.

Under the surprised gaze of the family of three, the teacup in front of Sherlock turned into a cute little squirrel.

"Oh, my God! What the devil! Look, what do I see?"

"How incredible this is—a teacup...turned into a squirrel!"

Compared to his parents who behaved extremely exaggeratedly, Sherlock was much calmer.

"Magic? Hypnosis? Or a trick..."

Even at this moment, Sherlock still tried to explain what was happening from a scientific perspective.

At this moment, the little squirrel transformed from the teacup shook its head and jumped onto his open palm.

"..."

Sherlock tried to stroke it.

Yeah, very comfortable.

The little guy even took the initiative to rub against Sherlock's hand, and the furry touch was immediately fed back to him.

The touch is very real.

So... this is real, this is not a dream.

Sherlock looked up at Mag and made a final attempt:

"Professor, can you change it back?"

"of course."

McGonagall waved her wand again, and the squirrel that was just in Sherlock's hand suddenly turned back into a teacup.

The tea was even warm.

“…When you have eliminated all the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how implausible, is the truth.”

Sherlock uttered this sentence for the second time.

This time he was sure.

This world... really has magic!

This fantasy, which should originally belong to human beings, actually exists.

For Sherlock, this is undoubtedly a reconstruction of his worldview.

However, once Sherlock accepted this setting, his mind suddenly opened up.

The exquisite envelopes, the delivery owls, the strange admissions methods, all of these have reasonable explanations.

This time I really misunderstood that guy.

"Mr. Holmes, would you like to enroll in our school?"

For McGonagall, she was already accustomed to the surprised expressions of young wizards and their guardians when they saw magic - the key was whether Sherlock could start school on time.

Judging from the fact that Sherlock wrote back to himself, there should be no problem with him.

Now it depends on what his parents think.

Noticing McGonagall's gaze, Mr. Holmes thought for a moment and then asked, "Professor, do I need to live on campus?"

"Father, I don't think you would want me to live four hundred miles away in Scotland to go to school and have to come home every day."

"Scotland? Oh, dear Sherlock, that's too far away! Your mother and I wouldn't be able to take care of you."

"I can take care of myself."

"But……"

"Wait! Wait a moment!"

The Holmes family looked at Magg in confusion.

She looked at Sherlock with disbelief. "Mr. Holmes, you just mentioned... Scotland?"

Sherlock gave McGonagall a calm look, "Yes, Professor."

"H-How do you know?"