Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 205 I am the Principal

"Don't you guys need to eat dinner?"

Upon hearing Harry's words, a smug smile flashed across Professor Snape's gaunt face, as if he had already seen through everything.

"I think the food the ghosts served at the party probably wasn't suitable for the living."

Hermione: "We're not hungry."

Harry: "We brought enough food."

Neville: "..."

His voice was very soft, and Snape couldn't hear what he said.

"You went to a ghost party and brought your own food?"

Professor Snape, who had always been certain of victory, showed a hint of surprise on his face.

"us……"

"Shut up!"

Professor Snape abruptly turned his gaze to Neville. "Mr. Longbottom, tell me, what exactly is going on?"

He wouldn't listen to Harry and Hermione's explanations because he could tell that the two of them were too cunning.

Not to mention Sherlock was there to cover for them.

But Neville is different.

Lockhart wasn't the only one who thought Neville was a badger who had infiltrated the lion pride.

Any professor who knows even a little about Neville would have this idea.

"Because, because..."

Neville couldn't help but shudder as he met Professor Snape's sinister gaze.

In fact, he had always kept a secret hidden in his heart.

That is, the thing he feared most in the world was none other than Professor Severus Snape!

So when Professor Snape asked him, he couldn't even speak properly, stammering:
"Sherlock...said...before we went to attend..."

"say what?"

He told us to bring food!

It took Neville a lot of effort to finally get those words out.

Professor Snape abruptly turned to look at Sherlock.

The latter shrugged. "Look, dear Professor Snape, you're not the only one who could think of that."

Snape: (°皿°)︻╦══╤─
Seeing Sherlock attack him right in front of him, Snape flew into a rage.

However, before he could get angry, Dumbledore sensed something was wrong and spoke first:
“Filch, Professor Sprout recently acquired some mandrake.”

Once they grow to maturity, they can be used to make a medicine that can bring Mrs. Lorris back to life.

Severus, I'll need your help then..."

"I'll prepare it!"

Lockhart interjected, "I've probably concocted it a hundred times. I could concoct the Mandrake Resurrection Potion while I'm dreaming about it—"

"IMHO."

Lockhart's words successfully diverted Snape's attention, who stared coldly at Lockhart with undisguised disgust in his eyes:
"I believe I am the right person to be the Potions teacher at this school."

silence.

A long silence.

"Uh, I mean, I can help..."

"I don't need your help."

"Uh, okay, alright."

Snape left those words and turned his gaze back to Harry.

Harry's heart skipped a beat.

Seriously? Even after all this, how come he still hasn't forgotten me?!
“Principal, my opinion is that some of the privileges Mr. Potter currently enjoys should be revoked.”

Just as Harry had expected, after mocking Lockhart, Snape turned his attention back to Harry:

"The savior of the magical world should not be different from other students."

Personally, I think it's best to let him leave the Gryffindor Quidditch team and wait until he behaves himself.

Professor McGonagall remained silent throughout.

Because neither the black magic that can petrify a cat nor the potion that can undo this state are her areas of expertise.

But when she heard Snape mention wanting Harry to leave the Quidditch team, she finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Severus!
"This cat wasn't hit on the head by a flying broomstick, there's no reason not to let the kid play ball!"

Professor McGonagall's voice was so stern that even Sherlock was somewhat surprised.

It's obvious that Professor McGonagall also has a deep affection for Quidditch.

Dumbledore gave Harry a probing look.

When Harry was stared at by his bright blue eyes, he suddenly felt like he was being seen through.

He couldn't help but look at Sherlock.

As long as I'm with Sherlock, I'm not afraid of anything!
Perhaps sensing Harry's gaze, Dumbledore looked at Sherlock and asked again:
"Sherlock, what do you think?"

Why are you asking him again?
Everyone looked at Dumbledore in confusion. "That's practically your catchphrase, isn't it?"
"Presumption of innocence."

Sherlock stated bluntly, "If someone isn't proven guilty, then they are innocent."

Dumbledore nodded: "I agree with Minerva and Sherlock, Severus."

At this moment, Snape appeared extremely annoyed.

"Headmaster, you've been too lenient with these two students! Neither being a so-called great detective nor the savior of the magical world should be a reason to exempt them!"

Professor McGonagall was also furious: "Severus, wasn't Albus clear enough? There's no evidence that Harry did anything wrong!"

"I'm referring to privileges; their privileges should be abolished!"

“Severus,” Dumbledore said calmly, “I am the headmaster.”

"Dumbledore, you'll regret this!"

boom!
After saying this, Professor Snape stood up in anger and stormed out of the room.

The remaining members exchanged bewildered glances, seemingly surprised by Snape's outburst. Filch was utterly bewildered; wait, shouldn't I be the one who's the angrier?
Although I did have a good relationship with Professor Snape, but...

Mrs. Lorice is mine!

Why are you so agitated?!

Dumbledore seemed surprised by how things had turned out. He paused briefly, then gently shook his head and looked at the four young wizards:
"You can go."

Professor McGonagall gave Sherlock a deep look, hesitated, and ultimately said nothing.

The four men walked out of Lockhart's office without saying a word.

Harry, Hermione, and Neville followed closely behind Sherlock.

They originally thought Sherlock would take them to the Gryffindor common room, but to their surprise, Sherlock led them straight to the fourth floor.

Sherlock stopped in front of an empty classroom and pushed the door open.

Seeing Sherlock's practiced manner, the three couldn't help but exchange bewildered glances.

Why are you so skilled!

How many times have we walked this route?

The four of them entered the empty classroom, and Hermione gently closed the door.

Sherlock narrowed his gray eyes slightly, looking at the faces of his three friends in the darkness.

"So, Harry, you heard that voice again?"

"I knew it!"

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Harry immediately exclaimed excitedly, "You definitely know why I went there!"

Hermione and Neville looked at each other in bewilderment.

A moment later, Neville was still completely bewildered, while Hermione realized what was happening. "Sherlock, Harry, you've been keeping this from me again!"

From Sherlock's use of the word "again," she knew that Harry had already mentioned this to Sherlock before.

It was me, it was me first, I was the one who came first... Whether it's getting to know Sherlock or solving cases with him.

But why did it turn out this way?
"do not mind the details."

Sherlock waved his hand and asked, "What did you hear this time, or are you going to be torn apart?"

Harry nodded repeatedly and then recounted everything he had heard in one breath.

"...Tear you apart...Tear you apart...Kill you..."

"...I'm starving...I've been starving for so long..."

"…It's time to kill…"

"...I smell blood...I smell blood!"

After saying all that in one breath, Harry let out a long sigh of relief.

Just now, when he heard that voice, Hermione and Neville were both surprised.

However, he ignored everything and ran wildly in the direction the sound came from, eventually arriving at the third-floor corridor where he witnessed the scene.

"Sherlock, should I have told them about the sound I heard?"

"Don't!"

Seeing Neville's expression, the three of them looked at him together.

Neville, unusually vocal in his opinion, raised his hand and said timidly:

"Grandma said that seeing things that others can't see or hearing sounds that others can't hear is not a good sign."

"Is that so?"

Sherlock's grey eyes gleamed.

Neville's words reminded him of the Thestrals.

Isn't that a good omen in the magical world?
"Sherlock, what do you think is going on?"

Harry said urgently, "This whole thing is so bizarre. What's with the writing on the walls? The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, and Mrs. Lorris, who is now petrified and at odds with the Heirs..."

What... what exactly happened?

"Calm down, my friend."

Sherlock's voice seemed to possess a magical power, instantly calming Harry, who was still in a state of excitement.

"First, please tell me, where did Ginny go?"

"Let me speak this time, Sherlock."

At this point, both Harry and Neville were quite emotional, so Hermione simply volunteered.

Sherlock nodded and gestured for her to proceed.

Hermione spoke up first, "Just as you said before, the ghosts' party is indeed not suitable for us, no, it should be said that it's terrible!"

As if reliving that moment, Hermione, Harry, and Neville all shuddered.

"There were hundreds of ghosts there, making you shiver with cold!"

They did prepare food for us, but it wasn't for the living.

Large chunks of rotting flesh, charred cakes, maggot-infested stuffed tripe, cheese covered in green mold…

"Hermione, that's enough, stop talking."

Harry quickly stopped Hermione; everything that had happened tonight was bad enough, and he really didn't want to relive it.

Neville, standing to the side, nodded with lingering fear.

Hermione sighed. "Well, anyway, it was a terrible place. Bloody Barrow, Peeves, Myrtle..."

Nick, who was almost headless, asked us if we were having fun. All I could say was, thank goodness Sherlock let us bring food, otherwise we would have been cold and hungry.

As she said this, Hermione's gaze toward Sherlock softened even more.

She paused for a moment, then continued:

"Even so, we couldn't take it anymore, so we decided to leave early."

"a wise decision."

Sherlock then inquired in detail about what they had seen and heard at the anniversary celebration.

It can only be said that for Nick, who almost lost his head, this death anniversary party became a tragedy.

(End of this chapter)