Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Pay attention to Chapter 211

Although Malfoy promised Gemma he would apologize to Harry and Colin, he kept making excuses to delay the matter.

But Gemma isn't easily fooled.

Ultimately, Malfoy had to promise to apologize to the two after the game.

He chose this time because he believed Slytherin could defeat Gryffindor in this match.

In that situation, offering a small apology while riding high on a great victory wouldn't be a big deal.

Just as Malfoy was imagining himself looking down on Harry and Colin with a condescending attitude, apologizing to them in a condescending manner, while Harry and Colin were too preoccupied with their defeat in the competition to accept the apology,

Harry, who had been hovering in the air, suddenly turned his flying broom around so that it was facing him.

Malfoy snapped out of his reverie and said with a cold laugh:

"Scarface, you're not planning to run me over, are you—even if you had the guts…"

Before he could finish speaking, Harry suddenly squeezed the Nimbus 2000, which was inferior to his own, between his legs and charged straight at him.

"Are you crazy!"

Malfoy's expression changed drastically upon seeing this.

As they drew closer, he noticed Harry's face contorted with rage and his imposing aura, as if he were about to transform into a werewolf and bite him.

At this moment, he couldn't help but recall the time when Harry punched him.

That's the look Harry had back then!
Under Malfoy's incredulous gaze, Harry had already shouted:
"Gryffindor must win!"

"Oh no, he's serious!"

Malfoy assumed that Harry was angry because of Slytherin's consecutive scores, and that he was taking his anger out on him.

He was panting heavily as he hurriedly maneuvered his flying broomstick to dodge Harry.

While dodging, he was also blaming Marcus Flint in his heart.

It must be that this guy held a grudge against Harry last year for forcibly bumping into him, which is why he's retaliating against me today.

However, the next moment, Malfoy saw Harry suddenly reach out a hand and make a backhand grabbing motion.

"not good!"

At that moment, Malfoy suddenly realized something.

He hurriedly started to stir the broom under his legs, intending to do something.

But it was too late.

As Ms. Huo Qi blew her whistle, gasps of surprise echoed throughout the stadium.

Harry raised his right hand high, the cold Golden Snitch firmly in his grasp.

"150 to 30, Gryffindor wins!"

Lee Jordan's naturally rap-like and rhythmic voice came from the direction of the commentary booth:

“Look closely, this man’s name is Potter!”

He is the boy who survived a great calamity, the savior of the wizarding world, and the king of Gryffindor!

Slytherin's Seeker, Malfoy, didn't even realize what was happening!
Ladies and gentlemen, let's cheer!

In the Gryffindor stands, everyone cheered just as Jordan had said.

"My God, Sherlock, that's amazing! Just like you said!"

Hermione excitedly hugged Sherlock (ω): "We won! We won!"

"Yes, we won."

Sherlock's gaze remained fixed on the arena.

Marcus Flint was yelling at Malfoy, who was keeping his head down and not saying a word; it was easy to imagine that his expression was not pleasant.

The other Slytherins stood by with their arms crossed, watching coldly, and no one went forward to persuade them.

On the other side of the pitch, Harry was already in the air, but he was thrown into the air by the other members of Gryffindor.

Everyone was overjoyed. Although the three girls did not participate in Harry's throwing, they were still so excited that they danced around.

The two teams presented a stark contrast.

The match ended very quickly, second only to the second match of last year's Academy Cup.

In the match officiated by Professor Snape, Harry caught the Golden Snitch as quickly as possible to prevent Snape from showing excessive favoritism.

Today's situation is much the same as last time.

Given the advantages of the Nimbus 2001, Wood made it very clear before the match that he wanted a quick and decisive victory!

Harry did it.

Does Malfoy really think he's going to knock him off?
It's so ridiculous!
Since following Sherlock, Harry felt he had become much smarter.

So he couldn't wait to share his tactics on the field with Sherlock.

Having finally arrived at Hogwarts Castle, he encountered the very person he least wanted to see at that moment.

Upon seeing that iconic bright blue robe and handsome appearance, Harry had a bad feeling and was about to turn away.

Unfortunately, Professor Lockhart was several times faster than usual under these circumstances.

With lightning speed, he grabbed Harry.

"It's over!"

At that moment, Harry's face turned ashen.

He knew very well what he was going to experience next.

The Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin had just ended, and the echoes of the game still reverberated in the castle.

The young wizards, brimming with excitement for the competition, gathered in the Great Hall. Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting a dreamlike play of light and shadow on the floor, the vibrant colors intertwining like a flowing painting. At the very center of this painting were Gilderoy Lockhart and Harry Potter, whom he held tightly in his arms.

Lockhart patted Harry affectionately on the shoulder and announced loudly to the people around him:

"Come here, can you hear me? Everyone come here!"
Did you know that just before this Quidditch match, Harry, the youngest Seeker in a century, came all the way to me for advice?
"It was precisely because he successfully applied the tactics I taught him that he was able to achieve victory in such a short time!"

The familiar clicking sound kept coming; it was Colin taking pictures of them from the side.

Some people believe Lockhart's statement, while others question it.

Lockhart clearly understood this as well:
“Although I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I have never told you that I was once an excellent Seeker until I decided to give up that identity in order to fight against the Dark Arts!”

Lockhart smiled happily, revealing a set of bright white teeth, as if this occasion made him happier than classroom teaching.

"Without a doubt, my experience can still be of great help to you!"
Today's game was very inspiring, and I announce that I will be writing a book about Quidditch soon. Please look forward to it!

Harry did not refute Lockhart's statement.

Regardless of the process, it is a fact that I consulted him before the competition.

As for his claim that he won because he successfully employed tactics, that's not entirely wrong.

After all, when he pretended to knock Malfoy off the cliff, he did take Lockhart's experience into consideration.

Anti-slip cream and the charmingly tossed-back hair don't count.

He displayed an unwavering determination to win, only he changed "Lockhart will win" to "Gryffindor will win."

As for the Golden Thief actively turning away from her...

Believing this is less reliable than believing that Ron is Merlin.

Seeing that Harry had tacitly agreed with Lockhart's statement and hearing the news that he was going to publish a book, the young wizards, especially the young witches, cheered excitedly.

"so good……"

In this atmosphere, Lockhart exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "This is the life I want..."

"Excuse me, Professor, what did you just say?"

"It's nothing, Harry."

Lockhart lowered his head, revealing his gleaming teeth once more:

"Come with me, and I'll teach you the second lesson on dealing with enthusiastic fans!"

"what?"

Harry froze.

At that moment, what he wanted to do most was to find Sherlock and share with him his tactical insights from defeating Malfoy on the Quidditch pitch.

That sounds a bit childish.

But Harry was just a little kid.

Besides Sherlock, the person Harry most wanted to see was Cho Chang.

He wanted to thank the other person for their encouragement before Halloween and this morning.

Unfortunately, Lockhart was now in complete control of the situation.

Harry was powerless to resist and was forced to leave with Lockhart amidst the crowded throng.

"I hope Harry will be alright."

Ron, watching this scene from outside the crowd, said irritably.

“How could anything happen to Harry while he’s with Professor Lockhart?” Hermione immediately retorted.

“It’s because I’m with Lockhart that I’m worried something might happen to him—he might be forced to do illegal work again.”

Ron made no attempt to hide his contempt for Lockhart.

Even though Lockhart has now been proven to be a competent Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Ron still loathes his flamboyant performance and his habit of spending a lot of class time doing useless things.

In particular, Lockhart just mentioned that Harry had consulted him before the match.

It's as if he's the one who made Gryffindor beat Slytherin.

However, after saying that, Ron's face broke into a smile again:
"But we won at least—thanks to Harry catching the Golden Snitch, heh heh, Malfoy's expression... he looked like he wanted to kill someone!"

"Sherlock, you weren't worried about this match at all, was it because you already knew the outcome?"

“That’s right, my dear Hermione,” Sherlock said, turning his gaze away from Harry and Lockhart. “I’ve said it before, Harry is far superior to Malfoy.”

"So... is it possible for us to win the Quidditch Cup this year?"

"It's obvious."

Hermione nodded. Even the strongest Slytherin team, with seven halo 2001, was defeated by Gryffindor, let alone Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

Ravenclaw's new Seeker, Cho Chang, is a very athletic girl from the third year, but she is still getting used to the team—of course, even if they get through this phase, she is no match for Harry unless Harry goes easy on her.

Hufflepuff's Seeker, fourth-year Cedric Diggory, has long since finished his adjustment period, but apart from Cedric, their team's overall level is not even as good as Ravenclaw's.

Under these circumstances, it's almost a certainty that Gryffindor will win this year's Quidditch Cup.

"Hopefully there won't be any more accidents this year..."

Hermione murmured.

Sherlock and Ron both knew what she was talking about.

Harry missed the last game last year because of the Philosopher's Stone and Quirrell incident.

This forced Gryffindor to fight with one less player, resulting in their biggest defeat in three hundred years.

"That's impossible!"

Ron said firmly, "If there are any more unexpected events this year, then let me..."

(End of this chapter)