Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 296 What is Cute?
After hearing Professor Hagrid's remark, Sherlock turned his head and looked at him without saying a word.

Hagrid felt uneasy under Sherlock's gaze and couldn't help but ask, "S-Sherlock, what's wrong?"

Sherlock calmly said, "I personally think you shouldn't schedule them in the first lesson."

He then pointed to the group of young wizards who were riding winged hippogriffs and flying freely.

"W-what?!"

Hagrid was immediately stunned.

"Why? Everything's going well right now, isn't it? Look, everyone's having a great time..."

"As a student, you can certainly think that way, but as a professor, you can't just look at the results and ignore the process."

Sherlock said without hesitation, "As a new course, especially a dangerous one, the right approach is to proceed gradually, from easy to difficult."

The fact that things have turned out this way is simply a matter of good luck.

As he spoke, he glanced at Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.

The boy and girl were still sitting side by side under a big tree, quietly watching Crabbe and Goyle deal with a hippogriff.

Unfortunately, the two have yet to get past the first hurdle: the step of making eye contact with the hippogriff.

The reason is simple: neither Crabbe nor Gore could hold out for more than five seconds before they started blinking and gave up.

After several similar attempts, the hippogriffs no longer believed them.

Hagrid followed Sherlock's gaze and asked, somewhat puzzled, "Is there something wrong with them?"

Have you considered the possibility of students getting injured during your class?

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Hagrid's eyes widened in surprise.

Sherlock sighed. "You really didn't even consider this question."

"No, I... I just wanted to make the first lesson more engaging..." Hagrid said sadly.

“Choosing some harmless but interesting creatures can also make the class more interesting, my dear Professor Hagrid.”

Sherlock felt he needed to be more explicit, otherwise Hagrid, with his abilities, would have a hard time understanding what he was saying.

"Puffy cotton is a great choice."

"Puffy fluff?"

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Hagrid immediately pictured a small, soft ball of a dumpling in his mind.

He immediately began shaking his head repeatedly: "Those things aren't cute at all! You wouldn't like them!"

Sherlock had long known that Hagrid's aesthetic sense was unusual, so he wasn't surprised to hear this.

"I don't think so. Compared to the hippogriff, there are only more people who like the fluffy creature."

Seeing that Hagrid still wanted to argue, Sherlock sighed:

"Of course, I'm just offering advice."

Whether or not to do it is ultimately up to you to decide.

After all… Professor Hagrid, you are the teacher of this course.

Hearing Sherlock's words, Hagrid finally fell silent.

The first lesson on protecting magical creatures ended without any major incidents.

About a third of the students in the class enjoyed the feeling of flying in the sky on an eagle.

This ratio is already quite high.

Even the little snakes who initially looked down on Haige, after successfully riding the winged hippogriffs and flying through the sky, were no longer as aggressive as before.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that their spiritual leader, Malfoy, failed to deliver a satisfactory lesson.

However, when get out of class ended, they were surprised to find that Malfoy and Pansy's relationship seemed to have improved considerably.

From first grade onwards, Pansy liked to stick close to Malfoy, but at that time Malfoy always seemed a little distant from her.

Malfoy was even more interested in Harry than she was.

But after moving up to the third grade this year, Malfoy seems to have started to accept her.

After the initial doubt, there is relief.

After all, they're already in puberty, it's normal.

Overall, Hagrid's first lesson was passable.

Only those who ultimately failed were somewhat unhappy.

For example, Nawei.

Although he successfully completed the first step, when he attempted the second step, the winged hippogriff refused to kneel before him no matter what.

"I don't know."

Neville's voice sounded extremely aggrieved, and even his accent changed.

"Why won't it bow to me?"

“I think it might be that it saw through your inner cowardice, Neville.”

Having been taught by Sherlock, Hermione was quite experienced herself, and upon hearing this, she immediately and enthusiastically replied:

"The hippogriff you chose never looked away from you, which shows that it acknowledges your sincerity."

But precisely because of this, it senses your lack of confidence in handling it, and therefore refuses to let you ride.

"Is that so?" Neville looked surprised. "I think so. Remember your flight class in first year? You looked just like that back then."

"Ah... okay, alright, I'll definitely do it next time..."

“Neville, don’t say ‘next time’ anymore. I’ve heard Ron say that countless times.”

"Hey, old man, you guys can talk about Neville, what does it have to do with me!"

"But you always say 'next time'?"

"so what?"

"Nothing much, I was just stating a fact."

"Hey, you're mimicking Sherlock again! I can't stand it anymore!"

Watching Ron and Harry argue, Neville, who had initially started the conversation, cautiously tried to mediate.

Hermione shook her head, ignoring the three, and turned to Sherlock, asking:

"What did you talk to Hagrid about today? Why did he look so dejected after class?"

"Hermione, you've discovered a blind spot."

Sherlock looked at Hermione with approval: "I was just telling him that it wasn't appropriate to bring out a hippogriff in the first lesson."

"You mean... he made too much of a show of force from the start?"

Hermione pondered for a moment and said, "Now that I think about it, it's true. If you and Harry hadn't stood up for him, he probably would have been in a very embarrassing situation."

"Moreover, if anyone actually does something in class that angers a hippogriff, then things will get complicated."

Of course, given Hagrid's abilities, the students will not be in any danger.

But a student bleeding during the first class is not a good thing.

Sherlock's grey eyes gleamed, as if he had already foreseen another possibility.

"It would be better if we were the ones who got hurt, but what if it was someone from Slytherin who got hurt... my friend, you should think about what would happen?"

Hermione's mind worked quickly. She quickly recalled the incident where Malfoy was scratched by the hippogriff. She felt a surge of pleasure at first, followed by a wave of fear.

"He's definitely going to make a big deal out of this!"

Hermione said without hesitation, "Old Malfoy has always held a grudge about being kicked out of the Board of Governors, and he will definitely take this opportunity to get revenge."

"Exactly."

Sherlock snapped his fingers. "So for Hagrid, the most important thing right now is to prioritize stability and seek progress while maintaining stability."

Only after he has fully established himself in the course of protecting magical biology can he share his unique aesthetic with his students.

You're absolutely right.

Hermione nodded in agreement at first, then said with great interest, "Maybe he should get something like a Flobber caterpillar for the first lesson... What's wrong, Sherlock?"

At this point, Hermione suddenly noticed that Sherlock's gaze was a little strange, and her face flushed slightly.

Fortunately, her skin was still wheat-colored, so she wouldn't be easily noticed.

However, Hermione also secretly reminded herself that she couldn't blush so easily in the future.

After all, my skin color should return to normal by the end of this semester.

Sherlock looked at Hermione: "My suggestion to Hagrid just now was to have fluffy things."

Hermione: (* /ω＼*)
Oh no, it seems like Hagrid has influenced my own aesthetic sense!
Why is the first thing that comes to mind the Flobber caterpillar?

Hermione couldn't help but fall into deep doubt.

On Tuesday morning, they saw Hagrid again in the auditorium.

He was still wearing that long mole-skin coat, absentmindedly tossing a rooster with one large hand.

Upon seeing Sherlock, he stopped and, on his way to the faculty dining table, said with great interest:
"Today I'm teaching fifth graders, and the first lesson is with a hippogriff. They should be fine with that, right?"

"This is a perfect choice for fifth graders."

"Haha, Sherlock, I'd like to see if they can outperform you!"

He smiled happily at the group, as if he had recovered from yesterday's disappointment. As he walked toward the faculty dining table, he was still waving the rooster in his hand.

Does he have to be holding something in his hand?

Ron watched as Hagrid, brandishing his rooster, sat down next to Professor McGonagall and asked, somewhat puzzled.

Harry shook his head as well; he really couldn't compliment Hagrid's taste.

"Old Luo, what classes do we have today?"

"Let me see... Well, for compulsory courses, the morning is herbalism, and the afternoon is history of magic and astronomy."

Elective courses...wait, what?!

Ron punched Harry hard. "I don't have any elective classes today, that's great!"

Harry was speechless as he watched Ron cheering and winking at him.

He knew what Ron meant.

If I had chosen only two courses last year, Divination and Protecting Magical Creatures, like Ron, I would be just as idle as Ron today.

But since it's the path I chose, I have to keep going no matter what.

“The schedule is repeated again,” Harry frowned, ignoring Ron’s childish attitude. “Muggle Studies and Divination, Sherlock, which class are we going to?”

(End of this chapter)