Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 215 Ha Shan Duan Luo Shan Mou He You Shan Kan Kan

Dumbledore looked at Sherlock in silence.

At this moment, he could clearly sense that the young wizard in front of him, named Sherlock Holmes, was more perceptive and aggressive than he had been last year.

However, he quickly realized that this was actually a normal phenomenon.

As the young wizards grow older, their own magical abilities also continue to grow.

In this situation, without proper guidance, the wizard will become an Obscurial, which in turn leads to the development of dark magic Obscurial.

It was a powerful but extremely unstable and difficult-to-control form of dark magic.

It moves at an extremely fast speed, and can break away from its host (the Silent One) to attack others, or even turn against and control its host.

Now that Sherlock has come to Hogwarts and received proper guidance, he will naturally not become the Obscurial.

But both his magical abilities and the observational and deductive skills he honed in the Muggle world continued to increase day by day.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore shook his head: "I'm sorry, Sherlock, I can't tell you that right now."

"It's like this again?" Sherlock was not surprised by Dumbledore's explanation.

In fact, he had already anticipated this outcome before he came to see Dumbledore today.

Anyway, he had already done the same thing last year.

"If you can't tell me the complete prophecy, then what about news about Harry's parents' best friend, or the information from the Chamber of Secrets?"

Dumbledore looked a little embarrassed, but still shook his head.

"I need an explanation."

Sherlock looked at Dumbledore. "An explanation you're unwilling to give me the truth."

"Sherlock, you are excellent, truly excellent."

Not just you, but also your friends, Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

When I was your age, I was far less capable than you are now.

Dumbledore, being an experienced and shrewd man, quickly regained his composure after his initial surprise.

He looked into Sherlock's gray eyes and slowly said:
"However, compared to them, you are the best one."

Harry is decisive, but careless;

Ron is a strategist, but he's always only half-baked.
Hermione is perceptive, but her thinking is not quick enough;

And you..."

"I'm like an integrated circuit, which can bring out the full potential of all three of them, right?"

Sherlock sneered.

Although Dumbledore didn't know what an integrated circuit was, he understood Sherlock's meaning by considering the context.

He nodded. "Please believe me, Sherlock, give me some more time, and give your friends some more time too."

Sherlock did not respond immediately.

Dumbledore already knew what he thought of his three companions.

Ha Shanduan, Luo Shanmou, and He Youshankankan.

Even without him, these three could form a formidable trio.

However, it will definitely take a long time for the three of them to grow into a complete team and work together.

I estimate it will be around graduation time.

But now that I have myself, things are different.

Seeing that old Deng was unyielding and refused to tell the truth, Sherlock said with a sneer:

"In that case, please pray well."

"pray?"

"The Chamber of Prayer has not been opened. Someone knows about the legend of the Chamber of Prayer and deliberately did this to create panic."

“You’re right, I should indeed pray—speaking of which, do you have any leads on Mrs. Lorice?”

"My clue is that the secret room has been opened and the monster inside has been released, but you still won't admit it!"
"Dumbledore, what are you so worried about?!"

Sherlock was genuinely angry.

Last semester he was joking with Harry, saying that the Ministry of Magic would never let a first-year student investigate the Gringotts vault theft.

I never imagined that this year I would be annoyed by Dumbledore's refusal to let me, a second-year student, get involved in the case.

Looking back now, what I said last year really did come back to haunt me.

Upon seeing this, Dumbledore couldn't help but chuckle.

Anxious.

Because he is much more mature than his peers, he often unconsciously treats Sherlock as an adult.

But the other person is still just a child.

"Sherlock, really not want a piece of honeydew candy?"

"No need."

Sherlock's self-management skills are beyond question; he quickly shook off his negative emotions.

"Since you're not going to say anything, I'll take my leave now. There's no point in staying any longer."

"Let me go out with you."

Dumbledore didn't try to stop him, but stood up with Sherlock, saying, "Let's get the hot chocolate."

Sherlock glanced at Dumbledore and said nothing more.

The two left the tower where the principal's office was located, one after the other, and walked through the long corridor.

"Are you planning to go straight back to your dorm, or do you have other plans?"

Hearing Dumbledore's seemingly pointed question, Sherlock gave the standard answer:

"I'll be staying here for less time than I expected. By the time I get back to my dorm, Harry might not even be back yet."

"Harry didn't come back? Where did he go?"

"Professor Lockhart drafted me to help him reply to his fans' letters."

"Gidero?"

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, a thoughtful look appeared in Dumbledore's eyes.

"Are you also hiding something from others regarding Professor Lockhart?"

Upon seeing his appearance, Sherlock immediately understood. "You know about his past, don't you?"

"Sherlock, please, have mercy on this old man... If this continues, I'm starting to suspect you might be using Legilimency."

Dumbledore said with a wry smile, not expecting that his unconscious expression would give Sherlock another clue.

"You think too much."

Sherlock said with a straight face, "I started analyzing this person the moment you agreed to let Gilderoy Lockhart be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Later I went to see Professor Flitwick... Your performance just now only confirmed that for me.

Dumbledore was somewhat speechless.

That's precisely why it's even more outrageous, okay?

The two chatted casually until Dumbledore suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Sherlock reacted quickly and stopped almost simultaneously.

At this moment, Dumbledore had just said, "Stay where you are, don't move."

When he noticed that Sherlock had already taken a defensive stance, he couldn't help but give him an admiring look.

He immediately shielded Sherlock behind him, drew his wand, and took a step forward.

Sherlock noticed that Dumbledore's step, though seemingly ordinary, was actually light and spotless, and covered a much greater distance than a normal stride. They were now at the end of the east corridor of the castle, with a gargoyle statue not far away.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Dumbledore appeared at the other end of the corridor.

Seeing Dumbledore's actions, Sherlock had a vague idea in his mind.

If there were no other unexpected events, it seems that something unexpected has happened.

His prediction was soon proven correct.

"Sherlock, please come here for a moment."

Dumbledore's somewhat somber voice came from behind him, and Sherlock immediately strode forward.

The dim, yellowish wall lamp flickered on the wall, casting Sherlock's shadow, which appeared to grow longer and shorter as he walked, making him look particularly eerie.

The once ordinary gargoyle statue now appeared exceptionally eerie with its menacing and menacing appearance, and even the air began to fill with a damp and decaying smell, sending a chill down one's spine.

Sherlock hurried past a slightly worn tapestry, and a highly discordant scene came into view.

A thin little boy lay sprawled on his back, his limbs outstretched unnaturally, his whole body stiff as a cold marble sculpture.

His eyes were wide open, filled with terror and despair, as if he had experienced something extremely terrible before his death.

His skin had an unnatural bluish-white hue, and his face was completely bloodless.

"Colin Crevy".

After reading the boy's name, Sherlock immediately began scanning the crime scene without saying a word.

He keenly sensed that everything here was incredibly new; no one else had ever been here except for him and Dumbledore.

This means he will have a near-perfect, undisturbed crime scene to uncover the truth.

“Mr. Dumbledore, please stay where you are and do not move. I should be done here soon.”

Dumbledore was taken aback. He seemed to have said the same thing to Sherlock just now.

However, he still stood still as instructed, and looked around just like Sherlock.

After saying this, Sherlock ignored Dumbledore and took out his magic magnifying glass to carefully observe Colin Crevey and everything around him.

The thin little boy's pupils dilated to almost fill his iris, and a look of fear froze on his tender face, as if he had been instantly stripped of all life.

He still gripped the camera tightly in his hands, holding it to his chest, his knuckles white from the excessive force.

The red and gold Gryffindor scarf hung loosely.

"The person is still alive, and has the exact same symptoms as Mrs. Lorris."

Sherlock murmured.

He believed that Dumbledore must have confirmed this much earlier than he had.

After checking on Colin, he looked around.

Large water stains remained on the stone floor of the corridor, some of which reflected the faint light of the dome torches, and the watermarks meandered into the shadows behind the abandoned armor.

Several spiders were scurrying towards the castle outskirts at an unusual speed from the corner of the wall, their toes leaving long, thin mud trails on the ground, as if they sensed a deadly threat approaching.

"I've checked it out."

Seeing Sherlock stand up, Dumbledore asked immediately, "Any clues?"

"As far as I know, Colin has been waiting for Harry outside Lockhart's office, and with his tenacity, he won't return to his dormitory until he sees Harry."

The dried mud and food scraps on the scarf indicated that he had been to the Quidditch pitch and the restaurant.

He was probably there to go to the restroom next door—the boys' washroom closest to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

The time it took to go from its normal state to its current state was no more than half an hour, possibly even less, as can be seen from the extent of water evaporation at the scene and the camera in his hand.

The fact that the killer was able to petrify Kolin in such a short time and leave calmly suggests that the killer is either highly skilled or has special means to conceal themselves. I personally lean towards the latter.

besides……"

Sherlock bent down and took the camera from Colin's stiff fingers.

Dumbledore was no longer surprised that Sherlock could deduce these things in such a short time.

However, seeing his actions, I couldn't help but ask again, "Do you think this child might have taken a picture of the murderer?"

Sherlock didn't answer; instead, he pried open the back cover of the camera.

Steam hissed out of the camera, and the pungent smell of burning plastic filled the air.

The camera's internal metal parts were twisted and deformed due to the high temperature, and the film melted into a gel-like substance that stuck to the internal gears.

Sherlock abruptly raised his head, his gray eyes flashing with excitement and anger:
"Headmaster, I think you understand what this means, right?"

"This means..."

Dumbledore sighed deeply. "You're right, Sherlock, the Chamber of Secrets has indeed been opened again."

"So you're still not going to tell me about the secret room?"

Sherlock stared intently at him.

"Let's take this child to the school clinic first."

Dumbledore still didn't directly answer Sherlock's question, but Sherlock understood his answer from Dumbledore's words.

The two men lifted Colin's head and feet respectively and walked towards the school hospital.

They also ran into Professor McGonagall on the way.

After finding out what had happened, the latter decisively joined the team.

"Minerva, go and call Bobby."

After helping Sherlock place the stiff Colin on the bed, Dumbledore whispered to Professor McGonagall.

The latter left in a hurry, but soon returned.

With her was Ms. Pomfrey, who was wearing a jacket over her pajamas.

Seeing Colin's appearance, Ms. Pomfrey gasped.

"Has he been petrified again?"

“Yes,” Professor McGonagall explained, “I shudder just thinking about it… If Albus hadn’t happened to come downstairs to get some hot chocolate, who knows what would have happened…”

"In reality, the attack had already occurred whether I came or not."

Dumbledore sighed deeply, then looked at Sherlock, a hint of hesitation in his eyes:

“Sherlock, it’s already too late, and now this has happened…”

"It's okay, we can talk about it when you're done with your work."

Before leaving, Sherlock paused slightly and left Dumbledore with a message that only Dumbledore could understand:

"History always repeats itself, but this time, we will rewrite the script—if you want to."

"Albus, what exactly is this...?"

McGonagall already found it a bit strange that Dumbledore and Sherlock were together late at night.

Seeing the two of them interacting in this unique way now feels even more unbelievable.

"Gentlemen, what I must say is that the secret chamber has indeed been opened once again."

"What did you say?"

Ms. Pomfrey covered her mouth with her hand, and Professor McGonagall stared blankly at Dumbledore.

After a while, she finally spoke and asked:
"But Albus, you should know... who it is?"

"The problem now is not who, but how..."

Dumbledore's gaze was deep, and he abruptly stopped speaking. Ignoring the bewildered expressions on Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey's faces, he slowly said:
"I think Mr. Sherlock might actually be able to clear his name this time."

"Albus, you mean to say..."

"Justice may be delayed, but it will never be denied."

(End of this chapter)