Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 203 The Secret Chamber Has Been Opened
Gemma knew that Flint had been beaten up by Sherlock.

Sherlock knows that Gemma knows he beat up Flint.

Gemma knew that Sherlock knew that Sherlock had beaten Flint.

But he had to pretend he didn't know that Sherlock knew that he knew Sherlock had beaten Flint.

Sherlock and Gemma exchanged a glance, both understanding each other without saying a word.

Just as Gemma opened her mouth, about to say something more, a scream suddenly rang out:
"Do not--!"

Sherlock and Gemma were taken aback, then spoke at the same time:
"Argus!"

"Filch!"

After they finished speaking, they looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Sherlock was surprised that Gemma was able to identify Filch based solely on his voice.

Gemma was surprised by Sherlock's way of addressing Filch.

Filch's full name is Argus Filch.

However, not many people know about this.

As someone who consistently ranks among the top three "least popular" people at Hogwarts, most people only know him as the school's doorman.

Gemma, as the prefect, knew that Filch's name was Argus, but she would not address him that way.

But Sherlock called him that.

"interesting."

Her gaze toward Sherlock became increasingly intriguing, and she gave him a smile:
"I'm going over to take a look, do you want to come?"

"go!"

Without any hesitation, the two made their decision.

As they walked, they discussed their views on the matter:

"The sound sounds like it's coming from upstairs?"

"To be precise, it's the third floor."

How did you figure that out?

"Just experience."

"Saying that is the same as not saying anything... Hey, there are a lot of people over there."

The two moved quickly, and while they were talking, they had already turned a corner and arrived at a corridor on the third floor.

Based on Sherlock's experience, this place is usually empty.

However, at this moment, the place is already packed with people.

Sherlock glanced at them and realized that the students had just left a banquet and were quite full.

However, they were clearly attracted by some strange sight in the middle of the corridor and were all tiptoeing forward to squeeze in.

"Let's go in!"

Upon seeing this, Sherlock immediately spoke up.

Gemma nodded.

This is where Gemma's status as a prefect came in handy.

With her help, Sherlock easily reached the middle of the corridor.

Sherlock was immediately excited after just one glance.

Because this is clearly the crime scene!
Harry, Hermione, and Neville stood alone in the middle of the corridor, looking particularly out of place.

The corridor was already packed with students who had just left the Halloween party, and the noise was deafening.

Sherlock's gaze swept ahead, and he saw a large puddle of water on the ground, gleaming coldly in the dim light.

The most attractive feature is the wall, where something seems to be glittering.

Sherlock took a few more steps forward.

Between the two windows, about a foot above the ground, there was a line of writing.

Bathed in the glow of the burning torches, it emitted an eerie, dim light.
The secret chamber has been opened. Beware of those who oppose the heir.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and continued looking down.

When Sherlock saw the true face of the dark figure, he understood why he had heard Filch's voice earlier.

Because that was Mrs. Lorris.

However, its condition was very bad at this time.

Its tail was hanging from the torch stand, its body was as stiff as a wooden board, its eyes were wide open and staring straight ahead, its appearance was indescribably eerie.

It took Sherlock less than three seconds to observe all of this, even though it was a considerable amount of time.

Of course, this is just the beginning.

Further observation is needed to uncover more clues...

"You! It was you! You killed my cat!"

Just then, Filch yelled and charged at Harry:

"You killed it! I'll kill you all! I'll—"

Without hesitation, Sherlock rushed forward and placed his hand on Filch's shoulder.

Felch, who had been riding a strong momentum, had to stop as soon as he got going.

To him, Sherlock's hand was incredibly strong, incredibly strong!

With just one hand, he was rendered unable to move.

"Calm down, Argus."

"Sherlock!"

The moment Sherlock descended from the sky, Harry, Hermione, and Neville, who had been at a loss, suddenly had a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

Only they themselves know how wronged they felt just now.

First, I attended a truly awful ghost memorial service.

If they hadn't listened to advice and brought food and water, their situation would be even worse than it is now.

At least I'm not hungry now. But I never expected to encounter this situation on the way back.

Because the incident happened so suddenly, the misunderstandings from their classmates and Filch's furious accusations left them at a loss and unable to refute.

At this critical moment, Sherlock appeared like a divine warrior, stopping the mad Filch with a single move. The shock to the three of them was immense.

Hermione, being a girl in particular, found her eyes welling up with tears without even realizing it.

At this moment, Filch, who was being restrained, turned around and was greatly surprised when he saw who was controlling him:
"Sherlock, it's you!"

"it's me."

Sherlock said calmly, "Argus, if you want to know who did this, the best option right now is to stay where you are and do nothing."

"Is there even a need to ask? It's obvious they did it!"

Filch glared menacingly at the trio of Hahnna.

"I don't think so."

"Of course you would say that, because they are your friends..."

"Argus—!"

Sherlock suddenly spoke, sharply interrupting Filch.

"If you want the real murderer to go unpunished, then keep making things up like this!"

All the students present looked at Sherlock in surprise.

Even older students never treated Filch, the administrator, with the same attitude as Sherlock.

At this point, Sherlock's actions were tantamount to a rebuke.

You know, that's Filch!
That was someone countless students hated with a passion, yet were powerless to do anything about.

Sherlock actually dared to directly criticize him to his face.

Or was it after his Lady Lorris had already been murdered?
He was incredibly brave!
The young wizards could already imagine Filch's furious outburst the next moment.

But to their utter surprise, Filch paused for a moment after hearing Sherlock's words, then lowered his head.

A moment later, he looked up at Sherlock, his eyes filled with hope:
"Mr. Sherlock, please promise me you'll help me find the murderer, okay?"

He really calmed down!

How outrageous!
"That was my original purpose."

Sherlock smiled slightly, released his hand from Filch's shoulder, and then turned to Gemma, who had already walked up to him, and said:

"Gemma, please organize the others to protect the scene and tell them not to come near here for the time being. I will be done soon."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Sherlock's sudden outburst and restrainment of Filch completely surprised Gemma.

However, she had already realized what was happening and stood next to Sherlock.

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, her gaze swept across the crowd, immediately locking onto Percy and Penelope.

Not many people know that these two are dating.

Gemma is one of them.

Despite their apparent animosity, she and Penelope often seemed to be at odds when they met.

But in reality, the two have a relationship that is both adversarial and friendly.

The "enemy" here is not an enemy, but a benign competitor.

That's why Penelope told Gemma about it soon after they started dating.

The three young wizards whom Filch considered suspects happened to be Gryffindor students, so Percy, as a Gryffindor prefect, was also the prime target for handling this matter.

Gemma, Percy, and Penelope, the three prefects, joined forces to suppress the young wizards who were trying to rush to the center.

Everyone watched as Sherlock began to examine the scene.

They watched with curiosity as Sherlock walked around on the ground.

I saw him sometimes standing still, sometimes squatting down, sometimes leaning close to the wall, and sometimes gazing into thought.

However, his attention was mainly focused on the line of words on the wall and the already deceased Mrs. Lorris.

Only when he was observing the two did he take out the magic magnifying glass and measuring tape from his person.

When he saw his hands groping around Mrs. Lorris, Filch briefly considered stopping him.

But for some reason, he abruptly stopped.

Sherlock's reconnaissance mission was shorter than expected.

He stopped in less than five minutes.

"Alright, there's nothing more to see at the scene. Now we need to ask the parties involved some questions."

Sherlock looked at Filch and said, "Argus, the good news is—it's not dead."

"W-what?"

Filch looked at Sherlock with surprise.

Not only him, but everyone present looked at Sherlock with a shocked expression.

Especially the three people, including Hahná, who were the first to be commanded.

Several students in the crowd wanted to question it, but they shrank back under the stern gazes of Gemma, Percy, Penelope, and others.

“I said, Mrs. Lorice is still alive.”

Sherlock calmly repeated himself.

To be honest, if circumstances allowed, he would have loved to dissect Mrs. Lorris.

The inside of such a petrified animal must be quite interesting.

It was clear that Filch was extremely excited; he looked at Sherlock, his lips trembling.

"Sherlock, are you...are you sure?"

"Although we don't yet know what caused Mrs. Lorice to become like this, I'm quite certain that her vital signs are still present."

After saying that, Sherlock looked at the crowd again, "Dear teachers, could you provide me with an office?"

(End of this chapter)