Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 307 Sherlock Helps Me

In the Gryffindor Quidditch team's locker room, captain Oliver Wood's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked mad.

"Our names should have been engraved on the Quidditch Cup in the last two years!"

Ever since Harry, the youngest Seeker in a century, joined the team, I've thought it was a sure thing.

Unfortunately, we seem to be the unluckiest team in the world... injuries...match canceled.

Harry lowered his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Both of these things are related to him.

During his first year, he was hospitalized due to injuries sustained while facing Voldemort and Quirrell, which forced Gryffindor to play against Ravenclaw with one less player, resulting in their biggest defeat in three hundred years.

In his second year, Tom Riddle manipulated Lockhart to open the secret room and cause trouble, which led to the cancellation of the entire remaining season.

"Luck is also a part of strength."

Sherlock, who had come with Harry to the Quidditch dressing room, spoke calmly.

Sherlock was the only one allowed to enter the locker room as a non-team member, and no one in the Gryffindor house team objected to this.

The Lion King, after all, owns the entire Gryffindor territory; what's a mere dressing room compared to that?

Wood nodded: "Holmes is right, luck is also part of ability... but!"

He held his left palm out flat, and slammed his right fist heavily into his left palm:

"...We want to have our names written on the Quidditch trophy, but we've never been able to. This year is our last chance!"

Wood spoke with such poignant emotion that even the Weasley twins, who were usually quick-witted and witty during his speeches, were moved.

“Oliver, we’re absolutely fine this year!” Fred Weasley said.

“We will definitely get what we want!” George Weasley said.

“It’ll definitely succeed,” Harry said softly.

"Holmes, I know you take Harry for morning exercises every day, and of course, I also think it's a good thing to improve the physical fitness of our Seekers."

However, I'd like to ask if it's possible to let Harry get some rest the morning after our training session ends? Otherwise, his body won't be able to handle it.

"Of course, my friend."

Sherlock had a high opinion of Gryffindor's Quidditch captain.

His love for Quidditch was genuine.

Sherlock never underestimates someone who can wholeheartedly pursue a goal.

Even if Wood didn't say anything, Sherlock wouldn't force Harry to go with him for morning exercises.

Since first grade, he has never forced anyone to do morning exercises.

Just look at Ron.

They always say "I'll do it next time," but they never actually do it.

Under these circumstances, the Gryffindor team began training, which was scheduled for every Wednesday evening.

Every Gryffindor player was determined to win.

As time goes by, the point where the sun's rays are directly overhead gradually moves from the equator toward the Southern Hemisphere.

The days are getting shorter, the nights are getting longer, and the weather is getting colder.

Although the Quidditch team's training time is fixed, the nights become even darker.

Just like last year, strong winds and heavy rains struck due to the local climate.

However, none of this could dampen the entire Gryffindor family's high hopes for finally winning the gleaming Quidditch trophy.

Harry also cast the Water and Fire Immunity Charm he learned from Cho Chang on himself and his teammates, so that they wouldn't end up soaking wet after each practice session.

This led Wood to praise Harry highly:
"Well done, Harry, thank her for me!"
However, I must say that if we face Ravenclaw, you can't go easy on her just because she's your opponent.

"Don't worry, Wood, I won't!"

Harry said firmly.

He and Cho Chang do have a good relationship, but it's absolutely not enough to make him throw the game because of this.

He and Qiu Zhang had discussed this matter a long time ago.

In fact, it was Qiu Zhang who brought this up. If he had actually done it, even Qiu Zhang himself would have felt that he was looking down on him.

One evening after training, Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room.

Despite having been blessed with a water and fire immunity charm and a warming charm, Harry was still shivering from the cold.

But his heart was warm.

The training during this period has been very effective, and he can clearly feel that the team is in excellent form.

Even if they faced seven Nimbus 2001s, they were confident they could defeat Slytherin!

When Harry sat down next to Sherlock, he was surprised to find that Sherlock was flipping through "An Introduction to Ancient Runes".

This impressed Harry greatly.

Although the book is called "A Simple Introduction to Ancient Runes," he couldn't understand this huge book at all without a teacher's explanation.

Ron, meanwhile, was writing furiously beside Sherlock.

Harry peeked out and saw that the guy was copying Sherlock's star chart.

"Ron, didn't we have astronomy class yesterday?"

Harry was a little confused. Sherlock and Hermione didn't go to astronomy class last night, so how could you, someone who went to class, copy the homework of someone who didn't go to class?
"Come on, Lao Ha, copying homework has absolutely nothing to do with whether or not you went to class."

Ron said lazily, marking the last star in cursive, and then pushed the chart to Harry.

"If you want, you can copy mine too—Sherlock's homework omits many steps and is not suitable for direct copying."

I've improved his answer to make it more suitable for you to use as a reference.

"You're even feeling superior because of copying, aren't you?" Harry found it somewhat amusing and then yawned.

Actually, he wanted to go to sleep.

But just as Ron said, he hadn't finished drawing his star chart yet, so he could only helplessly drag his schoolbag over, take out his pen, ink, and paper, and start doing his homework.

"Are you really not going to plagiarize?"

"Write it yourself first, and then copy it if you encounter something you don't know how to do."

Harry glanced at the chattering crowd in the common room and asked curiously, "What happened?"

"My first time spending a weekend in Hogsmeade."

Having finished his drawing, Ron had some free time. When Harry asked, he immediately pointed to the new notice on the tattered bulletin board and explained to him:

"Late October, just before Halloween."

Harry was taken aback at first, then became somewhat frustrated.

"Go if you want to, my dear Harry."

Although she was reading the book the whole time, Sherlock still saw right through Harry's thoughts.

Harry looked up at Sherlock in surprise.

“Yes, Harry, Black isn’t stupid. He’s not going to go to Hogsmeade and do something rash.”

Ron had already heard Harry mention that his father wanted Harry to stay in Hogwarts Castle and not go anywhere else.

But clearly, he was somewhat dismissive of his father's caution.

Just then, Hermione arrived late.

Upon hearing Ron's words, she bluntly voiced her disagreement:

“I don’t think so—Harry, why don’t you stay at school this time?”

They'll surely catch Blake soon, after all, someone has already seen him once.

That way, you'll have a chance to go there next time, and it will be safer.

"Who knows when they'll catch Blake! We can't just leave a third-year student at school like that."

Ron retorted, unconvinced, "Even Sherlock thinks Harry should go."

"Sherlock?"

Hermione looked over in surprise; she hadn't heard Sherlock's conversation with Harry earlier.

Sherlock still didn't look up: "If Harry himself wants to, I certainly don't object to him going to Hogsmeade, but that has nothing to do with the reason Ron mentioned."

Hearing Sherlock say that, Harry suddenly realized what was going on.

The night before school started, Sherlock had told him that going to Hogsmeade might be an opportunity.

An opportunity to lure the snake out of its hole.

At this moment, reminded by Sherlock, he immediately remembered.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Hermione frowned, instinctively wanting to retort.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, Crookshan suddenly jumped onto her knees.

It was also carrying a large dead spider in its mouth.

Ron only has PTSD about live spiders crawling around, but he doesn't care about dead ones.

But he really disliked the cat Hermione bought.

Seeing this, he frowned and said, "Does it really have to eat this thing right in front of us?"

Hermione, of course, didn't see anything wrong with it and affectionately patted Crookshanks' head:
"Clever little guy, did you catch this yourself?"

Crookshanks, of course, didn't answer Hermione, but after slowly chewing the spider, it turned its gaze to Ron.

"Don't let it come any closer!" Ron was even more annoyed when he saw this. "Banban is still sleeping in my backpack."

He then turned his head toward Harry and said, "Dude, don't waste your time, just copy mine... damn it!"

The instant he turned his head, Crookshank leaped up with lightning speed, aiming straight for Ron's backpack.

Ron was a beat too slow to react; Crookshanks dug his four paws deep into the backpack and refused to let go.

"Bloody Hell! You damned beast, get out of my way!"

Ron got angry when he saw this. He cursed rudely and grabbed his schoolbag and started swinging it.

Even though he swung the backpack around in a big circle, Crookshank still held on to it tightly.

This action immediately drew the attention of everyone in the lounge.

Just then, Banban slipped out of the bag and started running around the common room.

Upon seeing Banban, Crookshan immediately dropped his backpack, darted to the other side of the table, and began chasing after the panicked Banban.

Ron wanted to chase after Scabbers, but Crookshanks prevented him from doing so, so he shouted, "Catch that dead cat!"

The Weasley twins rushed over.

According to Wood, they were like two wandering balls.

Unfortunately, Crookshan was more agile than them, so the wandering ball brothers missed their target.

Hermione, seeing this, panicked: "Don't hurt it!"

Her voice was already trembling with sobs.

Almost instinctively, she turned to her hero—the one who would come to her rescue if she cried out:
"Sherlock, please help me!"

(End of this chapter)