Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 283 Hug left and right
"Sherlock, this..."

Looking at the miniature spyglass in his hand, which was in a warning state, Harry looked at Sherlock with some confusion.

Did any of them do something bad like the Weasley twins?

Is this a viewing mirror?

Hermione stared at the little gadget with great interest, and stood up to take a closer look.

"This is a bargain. It seems Bill was right. This thing is indeed designed to rip off tourists."

Ron frowned, looking at the gleaming, constantly rotating miniature viewing mirror:

"Or maybe I broke it when I tied it to Errol's foot to send it to Harry."

It's all my fault. I shouldn't have used Errol. You know, it's not actually capable of long-distance flight..."

Clearly, Ron believed there was no one in the vicinity who could not be trusted.

The four elite members of Gryffindor all loved each other—even though Hermione and he had a falling out over Crookshanks and Scabbers.

As for Professor Lu Ping—sorry, the scope of this thing hasn't reached that far yet.

"let me see."

Upon hearing this, Harry handed the spyglass to Sherlock.

Watching the miniature viewing mirror spin rapidly in his palm, glowing and making a sound, Sherlock fell into deep thought once again.

“Don’t worry, Sherlock, we can take it to Hogsmeade to get it repaired. Davies-Bans, the shop that specializes in magical items, has these things too. Fred and George told me about it—oh, sorry, Harry, I didn’t mean to.”

"It's ok."

"The question is, is it really broken?"

"Sherlock, what do you mean by that?"

Ron was startled. Could it be...?

He instinctively looked toward Professor Lu Ping beside him.

Harry and Hermione tensed up and looked toward Lupin as well.

isn't it?
Could it be that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year is also connected to Voldemort?
That's hellish!
"What are you looking at? Its range isn't that far."

Seeing the three of them looking like frightened birds, Sherlock couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

Harry felt a little embarrassed upon hearing this: "Then I'd better put it away first, otherwise I might wake someone up."

Sherlock nodded and handed the miniature viewing mirror to Harry.

The latter immediately stuffed it into one of his new socks and closed the box again—the thing immediately stopped making noise.

"I knew it! If this thing were that amazing, it wouldn't be so cheap!"

Just then, the train suddenly slowed down.

"Great! We're almost there!"

"I'm starving and I want to get to the banquet as soon as possible," Ron said excitedly. He stood up and carefully walked past Professor Lupin to get a better look at what was happening outside the window.

"That's a very typical statement for you, Ron. Unfortunately, we can't get there at this point in time."

"Then why did we stop?"

Ron asked, puzzled.

The train was getting slower and slower until the sound of its wheels could no longer be heard.

Instead, the sounds of strong winds and torrential rain began to pound against the car windows.

Harry, who had just put his suitcase back on the roof, peeked out into the aisle and saw countless heads peeking out of the cubicles with the same curiosity as his, including Ginny Weasley's.

Harry had just given Ginny a smile when the train screeched to a halt.

A series of clattering sounds rang out; it was the luggage falling off the rack due to inertia.

Then, all the lights went out.

Darkness is often accompanied by panic.

So the whole train suddenly became chaotic.

Sherlock felt a sudden tightening in his arm as Hermione grabbed him.

"What happened?"

Ron also stood up at this moment.

"Ouch!" Harry cried out. "Ron, you stepped on my foot."

"Feel sorry……"

"Sit back in your seat and don't get up."

Sherlock's voice rang out in the darkness, instantly giving the three a sense of security.

Hearing that his friends had obediently sat in place as he had asked, Sherlock placed Crookshanks in Hermione's arms, removed Hermione's arms from his, and slowly stood up.

He prepared to take out his wand first.

Of the four, only he was able to quickly locate his suitcase in the darkness and retrieve the items inside.

Anyone else who does this will end up like Harry and Ron.

At this moment, Ron, who was sitting by the window, wiped a clean area on the car window and strained to look outside.

Anyway, Sherlock said to sit back in your seat and not get up, so it's okay to look out the window, right?
“There’s something moving outside,” Ron faithfully relayed what he saw and heard, “It looks like someone is getting into a car…”

Before he could finish speaking, the door to their cubicle was suddenly opened.

Sherlock frowned as he opened his suitcase; running around in the dark was not a wise thing to do.

Sure enough, someone tripped over Harry's legs at the door and fell straight into his arms.

"Ouch!"

A familiar voice sounded.

"Ginny?"

Harry's hand, which had been groping in the dark, was suddenly pulled back.

His face turned bright red in an instant, but fortunately, it was dark so he wasn't afraid of being seen by others.

"Yes, it's me..."

Ginny's face was even redder than Harry's, and her voice was almost inaudible.

Just then, the sliding door opened again, followed by another bang.

"Who is it?" "Ouch!"

"Qiu Zhang?"

"Harry, is that you?"

"It's me, come in and sit down—"

“Don’t sit here, I’m still here!” Ginny’s voice rang out.

"No, it hurts!"

The quiet atmosphere that Sherlock had maintained was broken by the arrival of Ginny and Cho Chang.

Fortunately, Sherlock had already found his wand by then.

"Fluorescent Flash!" Without saying a word, he immediately cast the Illumination Charm.

"Quiet!" A hoarse voice rang out almost simultaneously.

With a soft crackling sound, the light emanating from the tip of Sherlock's wand and another flame that suddenly ignited worked together to quickly dispel the surrounding darkness.

In the face of this unexpected turn of events, Professor Lu Ping finally regained consciousness.

He held a flame in his hand and looked at Sherlock, who had successfully cast the Illumination Charm, with a look of surprise on his face, as if he hadn't expected that a student could do such a thing.

Sherlock's gaze quickly swept across the entire compartment, where he saw Harry, Hermione, and Ron obediently sitting in place as he had instructed.

The sliding door to the compartment had closed again, but Ginny and Cho Chang, who had just come from another compartment, were crammed onto Harry in an odd position.

Harry, with a woman on each arm, was flushed.

At this moment, the two girls realized that their posture was inappropriate and were helping the embarrassed Harry to stand up from his arms.

"Stay here and don't move."

Professor Lupin ignored this scene, slowly stood up while holding the flame, glanced at Sherlock again, and said, "You too."

Sherlock nodded; he was pleased with Lupin's alertness.

It seems my deduction was correct. His ability to start a fire with his bare hands and his current actions prove that he is a qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

In this situation, Sherlock was naturally happy to cooperate.

However, even Sherlock could not have foreseen what would happen next.

Before Professor Lu Ping could reach the door, the sliding door slowly opened again.

However, this time it wasn't the students from the other private rooms who appeared.

Illumination and the light from the flames allowed Sherlock to clearly see a tall figure in a cloak appear in the doorway of the cubicle.

Although the other person's face was completely covered by a hood, making it impossible to see their features.

But Sherlock could tell at a glance that it wasn't human!

It wasn't because of his height, which almost touched the ceiling, but because of the grayish-white hand that emerged from under his cloak.

It looked like it had been soaked in water and was covered in mucus and spots, with scabs forming, making one feel nauseous at just one glance.

Especially since it was clinging to the sliding door at that moment, it stood out conspicuously.

As if noticing Sherlock's gaze, the man stepped into the cubicle, suddenly pulled his hand into the black folds of the rebellious fabric, and then gasped.

The surrounding temperature dropped several degrees Celsius in an instant.

A bone-chilling cold swept through the entire cubicle in an instant.

Besides the sudden drop in temperature, Sherlock suddenly felt unhappy, as if the other person could suck away his happiness.

Almost instantly, Sherlock realized the monster's identity.

The guards of Azkaban, the wizarding prison, are Dementors who feed on positive human emotions!
At the same time, he also understood why this thing was here.

Foolish Ministry of Magic!

Sherlock snorted and instinctively began to recall how he solved the puzzle.

That is precisely the source of my happiness.

Sure enough, the sudden drop in temperature and the feeling that happiness would never return immediately faded.

However, this was just Sherlock's subjective feeling. The Dementors that appeared there stood still, looking around as if searching for something.

Sherlock wasn't sure if this evil creature could understand him, but he still said, "The person you're looking for isn't here."

The sudden appearance of the Dementors surprised even Professor Lupin.

However, he was even more surprised when he saw Sherlock able to remain calm and speak when facing Dementors.

Just then, a thud was heard, and Sherlock and Professor Lupin looked down at the same time to see Harry stiffen and slide off his seat.

Sherlock hadn't expected the Dementors to have such a profound impact on Harry.

Seeing that Harry had begun to convulse, a flash of anger crossed Sherlock's eyes, and he pointed his wand at the Dementor.

"let me!"

Professor Lupin moved quickly; he stepped forward, stepped over Harry's body, and walked to the Dementors, shielding all the students in the compartment behind him.

After a moment's thought, Sherlock decided against using magic that he wasn't sure would be effective against Dementors.

"None of us hid Sirius Black under our robes, let's go!"

The Dementors remained unmoved.

Lupin, of course, did not expect to drive the other party away with just a few words. He took out his wand, pointed it at the Dementor, and whispered a sentence.

The next moment, a silver light shot out from the tip of his wand and flew straight towards the Dementor.

The spell was very effective; the Dementor immediately turned around and left the compartment.

Sherlock's eyes lit up at the sight.

He glanced around, then quickly crouched down and handed the wand to Hermione.

During their brief contact, Sherlock noticed that Hermione's hands were cold, indicating that she was also in poor condition.

However, she has already performed very well.

Apart from Sherlock himself and Professor Lupin, everyone else was unable to move when facing the Dementors.

At least she can still respond to Sherlock.

She ran her fingers lightly across Sherlock's palm twice.

(End of this chapter)