Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 254 I Want Harry
Professor Snape replaced Professor Lockhart as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and Lockhart's fans were the most heartbroken.

For them, playing role-playing games with Professor Lockhart was a fun thing in itself.

Add to that the new material taught at the end of each lesson, and it becomes even more perfect – learning through play.

The particularly fervent group even believed that it didn't matter if Tom didn't teach them the real stuff after each class.

"Ginny offended Snape at some point."

Before the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Ron said to Harry with a disgruntled expression, "He's been focusing on deducting points from Ginny in both Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts classes lately."

“Isn’t he always like this?” Harry asked, puzzled. “Always targeting Gryffindor, I’m used to it.”

"But apart from you, he treats all the other Gryffindors the same, just as much! Uh... Sherlock counts as half of them too."

Lately, he's been deducting more points from Ginny than from Sherlock, which is clearly suspicious!

"This one……"

Harry pondered for a moment, but still couldn't grasp the point, so he subconsciously turned to his friend, "Sherlock, do you know what's going on?"

"It's obvious."

"You really know that!"

"His eyes were as green as freshly pickled toads..."

"stop!"

Sherlock had barely started when Harry stopped him.

He looked at his best friend with an embarrassed expression. "Sherlock, why did you bring this up again?"

"Didn't you ask me why Professor Snape was targeting Ginny?"

"what?"

Harry looked at Sherlock in confusion, unable to connect the two things at all.

Seeing Harry and Ron's bewildered expressions, Sherlock sighed: "What is Harry most like his mother in?"

"Of course it's the eyes... I see!"

No wonder Snape was furious.

This made Ron somewhat embarrassed, and he could only blame his sister for it.

Harry quickly changed the subject, "Sherlock, would you rather have Professor Snape teach instead of Lockhart?"

"Actually, I also have some regrets about this."

To Harry's surprise, Sherlock stated the reason directly, "I was originally planning to meet the Boggarts."

Harry and Ron suddenly realized what was going on.

Hermione's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

Then, on a whim, she brought it up in class.

The result was sad.

“Miss Granger, it seems you not only have a head full of useless knowledge, but you also want to arrange the professor’s study plan?”

"Sir, it wasn't me, I didn't..."

"Professor Lockhart has his own teaching methods and focus, but that has nothing to do with me, understand?"
Even though I'm just a substitute teacher, I won't allow anyone to question me.

"sorry."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"very good."

Hermione had just breathed a sigh of relief when Snape continued, "By the way, Gryffindor loses twenty points."

Hermione: (;Д`)
Sherlock wasn't the only one who felt regret about this.

And Neville Longbottom.

Unlike Sherlock, Neville's regret stemmed not from the course itself.

For him, Lockhart's departure meant that he lost a consistent, reliable, and high-quality scoring option, aside from Herbalism.

Snape's arrival provided him with another stable, reliable, and high-quality source of points to lose, in addition to Potions class.

A double blow.

Fortunately, even without him, Gryffindor had already successfully defended their College Cup title.

Because Sherlock and Harry, in addition to receiving the "Special Contribution to the School Award," each also earned two hundred points for Gryffindor.

A 400-point advantage is just too big!

Even if Snape were to deduct points drastically, trying to wipe out all four hundred points...

In other words, Snape doesn't have much time left!

Besides Defense Against the Dark Arts, the school naturally underwent other changes as well.

Having confirmed that the monster in the secret room had been defeated, the administrator, Argus Filch, was in high spirits.

He placed the special medals engraved with Sherlock and Harry's names in the school's prize room, along with Tom Riddle's medal, in a display case in the corner.

They even specially invited Sherlock and Harry to come and admire it.

Before this, although he respected Sherlock because of Mrs. Lorris, he had always disliked Harry.

This change is a case of loving the house because of its owner.

After Filch left, Harry looked at the three gleaming gold medals standing side by side, his gaze complex.

"I never imagined my name would be listed alongside his..."

In his view, Sherlock and he deserved the award.

But Tom Riddle's medal was entirely self-directed and self-acted.

But now the three medals are displayed side by side here, which is somewhat ironic.

"I thought you were used to it."

Hearing Harry sigh, Sherlock patted him on the shoulder:

“You know what? The first time I saw the name Harry Potter, it appeared in the same sentence as Voldemort.”

Harry couldn't help but chuckle.

Yes, from the moment I was born, my name was destined to be associated with Voldemort.

This, perhaps, is destiny.

Two more weeks passed, and Professor McGonagall addressed everyone at breakfast:

I have some good news to tell everyone!

After she said those words, the auditorium did not quiet down; instead, it became even noisier.

"Quidditch is back!"

Oliver Wood was the first to shout excitedly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wood, although the Chamber of Secrets incident has been confirmed to be over, after deliberation by the teachers, the remaining Quidditch matches will not be restarted."

"W-what?!" Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Oliver Wood was struck as if by a heavy blow. He stumbled back several steps and plopped back down in his seat.

His sorrowful appearance was so poignant that it brought tears to the eyes of anyone who heard of it.

Seeing Wood in this state, Professor McGonagall felt a pang of pity.

She is also a Quidditch enthusiast, and it could even be said that her love for the game is no less than Wood's.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have made an exception and let Harry join the Quidditch team when he was in his first year.

It's important to understand that breaking with convention requires a great deal of courage and determination.

Especially this century-old routine.

However, unlike Wood, she was able to prioritize tasks and understand the importance and urgency of matters.

The physical and mental well-being of students is clearly more important than the resumption of Quidditch.

She took a deep breath and said loudly:
"Professor Sprout told me that the mandrakes are finally ready to be harvested!"

Tonight, we can bring those petrified people back to life!

Everyone cheered upon hearing Professor McGonagall's words.

Even Wood, who had been sullen, broke into a genuine smile.

That evening, the school held another banquet.

Everyone was even more excited this year than at last year's banquet.

Almost everyone was wearing pajamas, and the celebration lasted all night.

Colin Crevet, Penelope Clearwater, Cho Chang, Nick (who was nearly headless), and Mrs. Lorris, who were petrified by the Basilisk, all recovered their health.

Filch, holding Mrs. Lorris, wept with joy.

The ghosts collectively celebrated Nick's near-headlessness.

The students surrounded the students who had returned to normal and repeatedly tossed them into the air.

Dumbledore took this opportunity to announce several things.

First, the school decided to cancel the final exams for this semester in order to treat everyone well.

This news can be described as a game-winning start.

The excited cheers from everyone nearly lifted the roof off the auditorium.

Students in both the Muggle and Wizarding worlds share a common dislike for exams.

Of course, there are a very small minority like Hermione who think it's a terrible thing.

Secondly, Gilderoy Lockhart will not be able to continue as everyone's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher next semester.

Because poor Professor Lockhart was controlled by a dark magical artifact, he needs a long time to recover his health.

This time, all the teachers cheered loudly, while most students felt a little disappointed, especially the little witches, who were all teary-eyed.

Even Ron, who had never liked Lockhart, expressed his regret:
"What a pity, I'm starting to like Lockhart more and more now."

The third thing is who will win the Academy Cup.

Compared to their comeback in the previous school year, this time, thanks to Sherlock and Harry's 400 points, Gryffindor unsurprisingly retained their House Cup title.

The lion cubs were completely engrossed in the revelry.

"Next year, next year we absolutely must win the Quidditch Cup!"

Wood squeezed in front of Harry, shook his hands and said, "Harry, you've helped me win the House Cup twice."

However, I will be in seventh grade next year, and that will be my last chance to win the Academy Cup!
Harry, please!

Before Harry could answer, a figure rushed over:

"Harry!"

Colin Crevy.

He had been waiting to thank Harry privately, but had not had the chance until now.

After waiting for Dumbledore to finish announcing all the good news, he finally squeezed his way to the front.

At that moment, he unleashed tremendous power, even pushing aside Wood, a strong man of average build.

Wood looked at Harry, this fervent fan, in astonishment at the immense power that could be unleashed from his small frame.

"Harry, oh Harry, you are my hero!"

After pushing Wood aside, Colin hugged Harry tightly, tears streaming down his face, and said:

"Thank you so much, Harry, you saved my life!"

"Colin, be gentle, I can't breathe..."

"I've heard about it, I've heard everything!"
"Thanks to you, me—no, to us—we were able to avoid further attacks from the basilisk!"

“Colin, this isn’t something I’m doing alone…”

"Only you can talk to snakes, only you can stop the basilisk!"

"..."

Harry was dismayed to find that Colin Crevey was still the same as before, refusing to listen to his explanations and only focusing on venting his emotions.

Unfortunately, Harry had already lost the initiative.

In this situation, he had no way to use the methods Lockhart had taught him to give Colin the cold shoulder.

"Don't just talk to yourself!"

Seeing Harry's troubled expression, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore and rushed forward to pull Colin away.

It wasn't Sherlock, Hermione, or even Ron who made the move.

Ginny Weasley, the youngest daughter of the Weasley family.

This was the second time she had stood up for Harry. The first time was at Flourish and Blotts, when she, who had never spoken up in front of Harry before, spoke up for the first time and angrily rebuked Malfoy.

Ginny was much more mature now than she was at Flourish and Blotts. She angrily pulled Colin away and snapped, "Can't you see how upset Harry is right now?"

"I... I just wanted to thank Harry..."

"That's not how you express gratitude!"

Ginny said angrily, then turned to Harry and asked with concern, "Harry, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, thank you so much, Ginny, you've been a great help."

Ginny's face turned red again, just like her hair.

"It's okay, it's good that I was able to help you..."

She was somewhat taken aback by Harry's gentle smile.

Just then, taking advantage of Ginny's momentary lapse in attention, Colin suddenly lunged at Harry again.

"Don't stop me! I want Harry! I want Harry!"

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