Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 263 Harry: Hermione, danger!
On the way to King's Cross Station, Mr. Farley is explaining to Mr. Holmes the concept of pure-blood in the magical world.

"According to their definition of pureblood, that would mean that no Muggles have ever appeared in these people's family tree—which is impossible."

Because if we trace back to the source, if an ancestor didn't have Muggle parents or didn't marry a Muggle, then that family simply couldn't exist.

At this point, a hint of disdain flashed in Mr. Farley's eyes:
"In fact, the so-called concept of pure blood is more of a political demand, a means to gain benefits and achieve goals. If you really believe that pure blood is superior, then you are the real fool."

Perhaps realizing he had said a bit too much, Mr. Farley steered the conversation back on track: "In fact, similar behavioral concepts exist in the Muggle world as well."

Mr. Holmes reacted quickly, "You mean... the one-drop rule?"

"That's exactly right!"

Mr. Farley gave a slightly embarrassed smile:

"I don't know who copied whom... Anyway, let's get back to the topic we were talking about."

In fact, the Harry Potter we're about to meet is a case in point:

His father, James Potter, belonged to the Potter family, just like our Farley family. Although they were not on the list of the Twenty-Eight Holy Pure-Blood Families, they were still pure-blood families.

His mother, Lily Potter, was a Muggle-born wizard.

Broadly speaking, since both of Harry Potter's parents were wizards, he was a pure-blood wizard.

In the vast majority of cases, we hold this view.

In a narrow sense, although her mother was a wizard, she was a Muggle-born wizard, so Harry Potter is still of mixed blood, not pure blood.

Regarding this classification method, Mr. Holmes commented: "Making trouble out of nothing."

“Indeed,” Mr. Farley agreed, then frowned. “We’ve been stuck here for almost half an hour. Is this… a traffic jam?”

This time it was Mr. Holmes's turn to sigh:
"That's London... If only we could fly there."

At times like this, he couldn't help but miss the Need for Speed ​​car that Ron's family had owned last summer.

Mr. Farley misunderstood, "You mean the flying broomstick?"

After he said that, Mr. Holmes realized what was going on.

You can't tell anyone about that flying car.

Although Gemma seems to have a bit of a crush on her son, just like the Granger girl, it's best to be cautious about such things.

We can't cause trouble for the Weasleys.

“Yes, that’s it,” Mr. Holmes said, upon hearing Mr. Farley mention the flying broom. “With that, we’d never have to worry about traffic jams again.”

"If flying broomsticks can cause traffic jams, then something really serious is going to happen."

Mr. Farley laughed. "But we don't only travel by flying broomsticks. Also, even the Ministry of Magic's cars aren't really that much of a problem with traffic jams."

"Is there such a thing?"

Mr. Holmes immediately became interested. "Quick, tell me the details!"

The two fathers in the front row were having a great time chatting, and Gemma, sitting next to Sherlock, was also very interested.

After all, it was her first time riding in a car, and the feeling was very novel.

"Doesn't the Muggle Studies course cover cars?"

“It’s taught, but it’s a theoretical course; there’s never any practical application.”

Gemma turned her gaze away, her eyes full of smiles as she looked at Sherlock:

"Thanks to you, I only came into contact with cars and telephones after I met you, oh, and televisions too..."

"Sherlock, tell me about something that exists in the Muggle world but not in other magical worlds?"

"Sure, what do you want to know?"

Gemma: ヾ(^▽^*)))
Due to traffic congestion, when Sherlock and his group arrived at the train station, Uncle Vernon and Harry were already there.

Although he already knew that Gemma and her father would be coming to pick him up with Sherlock and his son, Harry still found it somewhat unbelievable when he actually saw Gemma sitting next to Sherlock and Mr. Farley sitting in the passenger seat next to Holmes.

The relationship between Sherlock and Gemma Farley has progressed by leaps and bounds!
During last year's holiday, the two only communicated with each other.

Last school year, Gemma had already begun participating in the investigation of locked-room mysteries.

A month ago, Gemma went to visit Sherlock's house.

Now, both sides have met each other's parents!
Wait a minute, this scene seems a bit familiar.

Come to think of it, isn't this the same lineup they had when they went to Godric's Valley last summer?
The only difference is that Hermione and her father have become Gemma and her father.

Harry couldn't help but get a headache just thinking about Hermione.

At that moment, it was as if two little people were fighting in his mind:

The first little figure said, "Sherlock is your brother, you absolutely cannot tell Hermione about this!"

Another little figure said, "Sherlock is a good brother, but isn't Hermione a good brother too? Harry, you can't be biased!"

"What do you mean by favoritism? Sherlock and Gemma are just good friends. There's no need to be so nervous!"

"Hmph, do you even believe that yourself? Even if Sherlock doesn't have such thoughts, Gemma is graduating this year. If she really does have some ideas, Hermione is in danger!"

"Isn't that perfect? ​​Once Gemma graduates, she'll be done with everything, and Sherlock and Hermione will have plenty of time!" "That's too naive. There's still a whole year to go. Who knows what might happen in that time? Besides, why should she be done with everything after graduation?"

Neither of the two could convince the other; one would gain the upper hand one moment, and the other the next.

Just as Harry's mind was in a complete mess, Mr. Farley stepped forward, looked Harry up and down with interest, and then said:
"Mr. Harry Potter, I have long admired your name and heard of you."

Harry was still preoccupied with choosing between helping Sherlock or Hermione, so he didn't hear what Mr. Farley said.

Mr. Farley had heard Gemma tell the story of the Lion King and the Savior more than once, so he was equally interested in Harry. Seeing his expression, he wasn't angry, and chuckled as he said:
"The boy who survived a great calamity, the savior of the magical world, the nemesis of the Dark Lord, the Gryffindor King of Fighters..."

Upon hearing Mr. Farley's words, Harry finally snapped out of his daze, and his face flushed red.

He stammered, "N-no, that's not how it is..."

“Haha, just kidding. Let’s get to know each other formally. I’m Gemma’s father, Sebastian Augustus Farley,” Mr. Farley said, extending his hand to Harry. “Nice to meet you, please take care of me.”

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Farley."

"It's nice to meet you too. By the way, may I call you Harry?"

“Of course, Mr. Farley.”

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Harry's Uncle Vernon said he was in a hurry to pick someone up, so he said goodbye briefly and left first.

Mr. Farley watched his Uncle Vernon flee as if he were running away, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Pure-blood families also differ in their attitudes toward Muggles.

The Malfoy family, for example, is purely ostracized; otherwise, Malfoy wouldn't have been calling them "mudbloods" all the time at school.

The Weasleys, on the other hand, have a strong curiosity about Muggles and are very friendly towards them.

The Abbott and Longbottom families fall somewhere in between.

I neither reject nor get close to them.

The Farley family, on the other hand, was more pragmatic.

They are very willing to befriend Muggle families that are useful to them or that they find pleasing to the eye.

For example, Sherlock's parents—of course, Gemma Farley played a crucial role in this.

But those like Vernon Dursley, who actively rejected them, were naturally looked down upon as well.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Farley," Harry said awkwardly, trying to explain, "Uncle Vernon didn't mean any harm. He's just been a bit averse to magic. He's actually a very nice person..."

“It’s alright, Harry, the entire wizarding world should thank you.”

Mr. Farley took Harry's hand and said warmly, "Without you, the British wizarding world would be shrouded in the shadow of the Dark Lord, and we wouldn't have this relaxed and comfortable life we ​​have now."

Harry was somewhat surprised by Mr. Farley's enthusiasm.

After all, the other party was a Slytherin.

But considering Gemma's performance at school, Harry felt relieved.

According to Sherlock, this is the real Slytherin.

People like Malfoy and Pansy are examples of those who have gone astray.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes, Mr. Farley, I've caused you trouble..."

Harry felt a little embarrassed as he watched Mr. Holmes and Mr. Farley efficiently move his luggage into the trunk.

Mingming's relationship with the Dursleys had returned to normal.

He had made up his mind early on to stay on Privet Road during the holiday.

Unexpectedly, plans can't keep up with changes.

For the sake of long-term considerations, this is the only option left.

"Hey, what's that little guy saying!"

Mr. Holmes patted Harry on the shoulder. "Varitta wanted to invite you and Ron over last Christmas, and she was quite disappointed when she heard you were staying at school!"

Mr. Farley smiled slightly, his elegance surpassing even Gemma's. "It was just something I did, don't mind it."

Harry was even more moved by what the two said.

He had never met anyone better than the Holmes family in the world—not even including his eccentric older brother Mycroft, who was seven years older than Sherlock.

Oh, and the Weasley family too. Every Christmas, Mrs. Weasley never forgets to give herself a hand-knitted sweater.

Meetings with Sherlock and Gemma were much more natural.

Sherlock, needless to say, is a good older brother.

As for Gemma, Harry couldn't help but remark that she had matured considerably since the previous school year when he saw her.

Harry has impeccable taste; in his opinion, only Percy's girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater, can rival him in the entire school.

In terms of appearance alone, Qiu Zhang was better than the two of them, but she was only a year older than herself and still looked a bit young compared to them.

Below them were the most beautiful Petit twins in the entire grade...

Wait, what kind of nonsense am I thinking?!
Harry couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself, acting like he'd never seen a beautiful woman before!
　I didn't miss a single update during the holiday, so my performance was passable. It's just that the holiday is already over so quickly, and I have to go back to work tomorrow. (;Д`)
　　
　
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