Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 260 Please Call Me Gemma Holmes

"Kid, listen to me."

Vernon looked at Harry, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:
"If the magic school doesn't want you anymore someday, you can go to Smetine High School with Dudley... You know what I mean, right?"

Harry: "I don't understand."

“I mean, you also contributed a lot to securing that big order from Mr. Mason last time. If you don’t have a place to study, I can let you and Dudley go to the same school.”

"Isn't it Stonewall Middle School?"

“That’s not the right place for you,” Vernon said sternly. “Dullie said that on the first day of Stonewall High School, they would put the new students’ heads in the toilet.”

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at? It's fine if you want to go to Stonewall Middle School!"

"No need, I think I should be able to stay at Hogwarts until graduation."

"Hmph, that would be best!"

“Thank you, Uncle Vernon,” Harry said sincerely.

"Hmph, don't think I'm being nice to you. I just don't want people to laugh at me!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Harry's smile widened even more after his Uncle Vernon and Uncle Petunia left.

This is the first time in thirteen years that Privet Road has made me feel at home.

It turns out that the Dursleys, who had always disliked him, weren't so hateful after all.

Thinking back to last semester, Ernie, the Hufflepuff boy, once said that he hated the Dursleys, which is why he targeted Muggles.

Harry shook his head; he was overestimating himself.

He wouldn't have done this even if the relationship between the two sides hadn't improved, let alone now.

I still think I'm just too kind!

That said, the biggest credit for restoring his relationship with the Dursleys to normal was Sherlock.

If Sherlock didn't exist in this world...

Harry couldn't help but shudder and quickly banished the terrible thought from his mind; the thought of counting down the days on Privet Drive, waiting for school to start, was suffocating.

Thinking of Sherlock, Harry felt it was time for Hedwig to write a letter to him.

Or should we just make a phone call?

That's how Sherlock is; he'll never contact you unless he needs something.

Just as he was pondering this, Dudley's voice suddenly came through: "Harry, you have a phone call!"

Harry immediately jumped up.

It really comes to whatever you want.

It must be Sherlock!
Because besides him, only Hermione had ever called him.

However, Hermione went to France as soon as her vacation started.

How do you say that?

When all impossibilities are eliminated, whatever remains, however incredible, must be the truth!
Harry walked into the living room with a smug look on his face, only to see Dudley holding the telephone receiver a foot or two away from his ear.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing him like this, Harry felt completely bewildered.

"Just in time!"

When he saw Harry coming over, Dudley suddenly smiled at him.

Harry immediately sensed something was wrong.

Before their relationship improved, whenever Dudley showed this smile, it meant he was about to find a way to bully Harry.

Now that their relationship has returned to normal, he shouldn't be showing that wicked and arrogant smile anymore.

The next moment, Dudley shouted into the microphone, "Harry's here."

He then put the microphone to Harry's ear, and Harry instinctively took it, only to see Dudley take a big step to the side.

Harry was even more surprised. It was just a microphone, not a bomb. Why was he making such a fuss?

However, he understood.

"Harry!"

A loud voice came from the other end of the phone, as if it were being shouted at the other end of a football field:
"I am Ron—can you hear me—speaking—?"

Harry: ! *★，°*:.☆(￣▽￣)/$:*.°★*
For a moment, Harry felt like his ears were about to be deafened.

Harry finally understood why Dudley had held the microphone so far away and then held it so close to him.

Clearly, they had already been tormented by Ron's loud voice.

“Ron, it’s me, Harry, you…”

"Harry, how are you?"

"stop!"

Harry quickly interrupted Ron, "Just pretend I'm talking normally next to you, no need to shout, I can hear you."

"Really?"

"...It's true! If you keep doing this, I'm going to hang up!"

Harry felt utterly helpless. He turned around and saw Dudley rolling on the ground laughing.

Unfortunately, children from purely wizarding families know almost nothing about the Muggle world, just as Muggle children know nothing about the magical world.

Finally, Ron listened to Harry's advice and stopped yelling.

He called today mainly to tell Harry some good news.

Ron's father, Arthur Weasley, hit the jackpot.

They really hit the jackpot!
He received the Daily Prophet's annual grand prize, a prize of seven hundred Galleons.

Without a doubt, this is a huge sum of money.

After discussing it, Ron's family planned to use the money to go to Egypt.

It just so happens that Ron's older brother, Bill Weasley, is in Egypt working on breaking spells for Gringotts Magical Bank.

They went to Egypt to visit Bill and also had a great time guided by him.

According to Ron, they would be staying in Egypt for the next month. Ron's voice came through the phone, and even without seeing him, Harry could feel his excitement:
"You know what, Harry? I've never seen so much money in my life! The glittering Galleons are blinding me!"

"Uh... your metaphors are always so fresh and unconventional."

"Haha, what about you? Have the Muggles been giving you any more trouble?"

"No, I had a great time this summer..."

The two chatted for a long time before Ron, on the other end of the phone, reluctantly hung up.

"Uh... sorry Dudley, Ron disturbed you just now."

"No problem," Dali waved his hand magnanimously. "That kid is quite interesting. By the way, he doesn't even know how to use a phone?"

"Yes, this is his first time making a phone call."

"My God, how old is he?"

"She's the same age as us, thirteen this year."

"It's unbelievable! He's already 13 years old and still can't make a phone call. Does that mean he's even dumber than me!"

"..."

Harry wanted to say something like, "You do have some self-awareness," but then thought better of it.

After all, Dudley was more curious and surprised than angry about this, so there was no need for me to criticize him further.

The two chatted for a while longer, and then Dali felt a little hungry, so he went to his bedroom to eat some snacks.

His appetite was even greater than Ron's.

Harry remembered Sherlock's advice perfectly and never gave him all the snacks, which now seems like a very good decision.

Otherwise, they would eat as much as they were given.

Thinking of Sherlock again, Harry suddenly felt he should give Sherlock a call.

As he dialed the phone, he pondered that he had ultimately made the mistake of relying on past experience.

If you start making inferences before ruling out all possibilities, you will naturally arrive at a completely wrong answer.

If it were Sherlock, he certainly wouldn't make this mistake.

Now that I think about it, it's not just Ron who just called me; Cho Chang and Ginny could also be calling me now.

However, Qiu Zhang has already returned to the far East and may not contact me for some time.

As for Ginny, given that Ron has already called her, it's unlikely she'll contact her again.

Just then, the phone rang for the third time, and the call was answered on the other end.
"Hey?"

Hearing a woman's voice answer the phone, Harry immediately snapped out of his thoughts and said:

"Hello, Mrs. Holmes, this is Harry. Could you please call Sherlock for me?"

Having just learned a lesson from Ron, Harry spoke politely and flawlessly.

However, an eerie silence fell over the other end of the phone.

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

At that moment, Harry could even hear his own heartbeat.

Just as Harry was filled with doubt, wondering if he had accidentally said something wrong like Ron, a soft laugh came from the other end of the phone, the voice carrying a hint of teasing:

"Mrs. Holmes? Mr. Potter, you'd better ask Sherlock for his permission before you address me that way."

Harry instantly realized what was happening, his eyes widening in surprise, and his voice involuntarily rising in pitch:
"It's you, Gemma Fali!"

This time, he finally recognized the other person's voice, so his tone was full of surprise.

"Potter, it's not very polite to call your senior by her first name."

Gemma deliberately drew out her words, her tone playful:

"Besides, based on how you addressed me just now, I should be considered Gemma Holmes now, shouldn't I? ヾ(^▽^*)))"

Although he couldn't see Gemma's face, Harry instantly pictured her lounging lazily on the sofa with a mischievous smile on her lips.

Harry scratched his head awkwardly, trying to explain, "Sorry, Prefect Gemma, I was just so surprised, so..."

"You're surprised because you didn't expect me to be at Sherlock's house?" Gemma seemed to see through Harry's thoughts and directly voiced his doubts.

"Yes……"

Harry answered honestly, his curiosity growing stronger.

"Alright, I'll forgive you since you're so honest."

Gemma chuckled again, then raised her voice and shouted:

"Sherlock, your call is from Harry Potter!"

Harry couldn't help but smile wryly to himself as he heard Gemma call out his full name.

This senior student said she forgave him, but she still couldn't resist the opportunity to make fun of herself.

Girls are all so stingy.

"Harry?"

When Sherlock's familiar yet somewhat aloof voice came through the receiver, Harry immediately snapped out of his reverie and hurriedly asked:
"It's me—Sherlock. Why is Prefect Gemma at your house?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Harry regretted them.

This question sounds exactly like Hermione's tone when she questioned Sherlock about why he was always nowhere to be seen.

However, Sherlock's answer surprised him even more:

"Actually, I'd also like to know the answer to this question."

Sherlock on the other end of the phone turned his head, glanced at Gemma who was staring at him with great interest, and then turned back to the phone and said, "She said she's here as a guest."

"Uh……"

Harry was speechless for a moment. He knew that Gemma and Sherlock had a good relationship, but he really didn't expect Gemma to go directly to Sherlock's house.

"That's not important. Tell me why you called me."

Sherlock's voice remained calm. "I can sense that you have something to tell me."

"It's really not that important..."

Harry took a deep breath and began to tell the story slowly.

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