Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 288 I Seem to Be a Useless Person

Hermione glanced at Sherlock almost imperceptibly, then Harry asked, seemingly casually, "What does Malfoy apologizing to you have to do with Gemma?"

"Have you forgotten? Last year, she said she wanted Malfoy to apologize to me and Colin, but Colin ended up being petrified."

Harry's voice lowered slightly as he said this.

He recalled that last year in Quidditch, he seized the opportunity to knock out Malfoy with one punch, which caused Gryffindor to lose many points, but he also won the title of King of the Boxers of Gryffindor.

Harry's words reminded Hermione of something.

Ron nodded repeatedly, "She did say that at the time, but after what happened in the secret room, we all seemed to have forgotten about it."

"Yes, I also thought she had forgotten, but I didn't expect that she would still remember it now."

When Harry was talking about this, he deliberately didn't mention to Hermione that Gemma had visited Sherlock's house during the summer vacation.

Although he didn't understand why, his instinct told him it was best not to let Hermione know about this.

"Ha! Gemma is a much more competent student council president than Percy. She's hardly like a Slytherin."

Hermione nodded in agreement. Objectively speaking, Gemma Farley was indeed impeccable.

Sherlock said quietly, "No, this is the real Slytherin."

“But most of the Slytherin students now are like Malfoy and Pansy…” Hermione said hesitantly.

"That's because when they were deceiving others, they accidentally deceived themselves as well," Sherlock said bluntly.

Hearing Sherlock's words, the three friends laughed happily together.

Malfoy arrived and left quickly, so what happened at the Gryffindor table didn't attract much attention.

Hagrid then entered the auditorium. He didn't go directly to the faculty and staff dining table, but instead approached Sherlock and the others, wiping away his tears as he spoke:
"Thanks to you all, I was able to become a teacher. I am so grateful to you!"

After saying that, he patted each person on the shoulder.

Apart from Sherlock, his other three friends were all slapped onto the table by him.

"Hagrid, this is what you deserve."

Seeing that Hagrid was unaware of what he had done, and that his three friends were desperately looking to him for help, Sherlock spoke up:
"You were innocent to begin with, but unfortunately, justice came a little too late."

"Ah, Sherlock, you are absolutely right!"

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Hagrid immediately perked up and began praising Dumbledore highly:

"What a remarkable man—Mr. Dumbledore!"
When Professor Kettleburn said he'd had enough, Dumbledore came straight to me, and you know, that's exactly what I've always wanted!

At this point, he suddenly seemed to remember something and asked nervously:
"I assume you've all chosen the course on protecting magical creatures, right?"

"Yes, Hagrid."

"Ha, I knew it!"

Hagrid slapped Sherlock on the shoulder again. "After lunch, you can come to my first class. I got up at five this morning and everything is arranged perfectly!"

After saying this, he laughed heartily and walked towards the faculty dining table, swinging a dead weasel with his other strong hand.

"Sherlock, are you okay?"

As soon as Hagrid left, Hermione asked anxiously.

She saw it clearly: when Hagrid's large hand patted Sherlock's shoulder, Sherlock's whole body swayed three times.

“It’s alright,” Sherlock smiled and shook his head. “It was an unconscious action of his, and besides, I was prepared for it.”

"I'm more worried about what he's prepared..."

Ron had a bad feeling as he watched Hagrid toss the dead chicken weasel around with his big hand.

"Are you going to bring out that eight-eyed giant spider named Aragog to show us?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Harry shook his head repeatedly, "That's a magical creature of the ××××× level, even Hagrid wouldn't do such a thing!"

"I hope so..." Ron felt a chill run down his spine when he thought of Hagrid calling the eight-eyed giant spider "cute little thing."

As time went by, the number of people in the auditorium gradually decreased.

“My first class was divination, and yours—well, I don’t need to ask that.”

"Sherlock, which class do you think we should take? Should we take divination too?"

"What kind of talk is that? Didn't you all choose all of them?"

"It's all selected, but there's a small problem."

Harry handed his timetable to Ron as he spoke.

"My God, how could they have arranged your schedule like this, with almost ten classes a day? That's impossible!"

Ron exclaimed in surprise the moment he saw Harry's timetable, but when he saw the specific content of the courses, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"Nine o'clock: divination, arithmetic divination, ancient runes? What's going on here? You can't possibly be in three classrooms at the same time, can you?"

Sherlock chuckled and said, "Of course we won't be in three classrooms at the same time, so we'll have to selectively skip some classes."

"Sherlock, you mean to say..."

"It's very simple. This time, we'll go to a divination class with you first."

When the schedules overlap again, take the other classes, and so on, until you finally choose the classes that suit you best.

“I see…” Ron touched his nose. “That’s one way.” “Hermione, what do you think?” Sherlock turned to the other side.

Hermione looked hesitant, but finally said, "Uh, I'll go with you."

“Very good. The divination class is on the top of the North Tower. It will take at least ten minutes to get there. Let’s go there as soon as possible.”

Sherlock stood up as he spoke.

The journey through the castle to the North Tower is a long one.

For the vast majority of students, despite spending two years at Hogwarts, they do not become intimately familiar with the institution.

I've never been to areas like the North Tower before.

of course there are exceptions.

For example, the Weasley twins.

Take Sherlock Holmes for example.

Led by him, the three friends climbed the long stairs, passed through winding corridors, and went around a series of rapidly spiraling staircases before finally arriving at a small platform.

"My God... this road is way too, way too difficult to walk on!"

Ron, hands on his knees, panted heavily as he spoke.

"Thank goodness for you, Sherlock, otherwise we would probably have been late on the first day."

Harry said with a look of relief.

Ron noticed Harry's calm tone and looked up in surprise, only to find that both Sherlock and Harry looked completely at ease.

As for Hermione, although she wasn't as relaxed as Sherlock and Harry, she was only breathing rapidly and her chest was rising and falling slightly, unlike herself who was completely exhausted.

"What's going on!" Ron found it all rather unbelievable. "Why am I the only one who seems to be a useless piece of trash?"

“Harry has been working out with me every day for the past two years, even during the summer holidays.”

Sherlock looked at Ron, who was looking on with surprise, and calmly explained, "It's obvious that you lack aerobic exercise, my friend."

"What about Hermione?"

Ron pointed to the only girl among the four, "Does she secretly follow you guys for morning exercises every day?"

“That’s impossible—but Hermione is the lightest of the four of us.”

"so what?"

"As we climb stairs, our body's kinetic energy is gradually converted into gravitational potential energy. Therefore, the smaller our weight, the less energy we need to convert, and the less work we do..."

"Wait, Sherlock, can you explain this in a way I can understand?"

When Sherlock brought up the topic, Ron found it even more obscure than when he listened to Professor Snape's Potions class.

During Potions class, Ron felt that he knew each word individually, but couldn't understand them when put together.

But when Ron listened to Sherlock's lectures, he didn't even understand the meaning of each word, such as kinetic energy, gravitational potential energy, and work done.
What, what, what, what are you talking about?

Simply put, the lighter a person's weight, the easier it is to climb a hill.

"understood."

Ron sighed deeply, saying with some regret, "It seems this has nothing to do with me anymore—the problem now is, how are we supposed to get up there?"

Ron asked this question because there wasn't a single door on the platform they were currently on.

There was a round trapdoor in the ceiling with a brass plaque that read:

Sybil Trelawney, Divination Instructor

At this time, other students also came to this small platform. Seeing that there was no way to get to the classroom, they all started chattering and discussing how to get there.

Gradually, everyone's attention turned to Sherlock and Harry.

The Lion King and the Savior should take responsibility at times like these!
"Sherlock, look at this..."

Harry, unable to bear the intense gaze, also looked at Sherlock.

Despite being stared at by dozens of people, Sherlock ignored them and answered with only one word:
"Wait."

"wait?"

"Yes, there are voices up there. I recognize the voices of the Gryffindor Petit twins. It seems they arrived earlier and are already in the classroom."

As if to prove his point, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was lowered down, landing right at Harry's feet.

At that moment, everyone fell silent.

"You go first, savior."

Seeing this, Ron nudged Harry with his elbow with a grin.

Harry didn't refuse and climbed the ladder first.

After him came Sherlock, Hermione, and Ron.

The other students on the platform also climbed up the ladder one by one in order of distance from the nearest to the farthest point, and entered the trapdoor.

Harry, who was the first to climb the stairs to the classroom, took a few steps forward, making room for the hole, and then he was startled.

(End of this chapter)