Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 308 Cat and Mouse Game
Hermione had barely finished speaking when she suddenly felt a blur before her eyes.

The next moment, Crookshanks appeared in Sherlock's arms.

She didn't even see how Sherlock did it.

Sherlock even had the book "An Easy Introduction to Ancient Runes" in his other hand.

"Oh, thank goodness!"

Hermione breathed a long sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Sherlock frowned.

Because he was holding the book in one hand and tightly holding Crookshan in his arms with the other, Crookshan was struggling and struggling quite a bit.

On the other side, without Crookshank's interference, Ron, who was lying on the ground, struggled for a long time before finally grabbing Scabbers' tail and pulling it out.

"Look at this!"

Ron, holding Scabbers in his hands, roared angrily at Hermione:
"Look how skinny it has become! Keep that damned beast away from it!"

"Krugshan doesn't know that what he's doing is wrong!"

Hermione was startled by Ron's appearance. She instinctively moved closer to Sherlock and stubbornly explained:
“All cats love chasing mice, Ron, he just thinks it’s a game!”

"A game? Didn't you say it has cat and raccoon blood?"

That damned beast is no ordinary creature; it must have heard me say that Banban was in its schoolbag!

"Don't talk nonsense, Crookshan can smell it..."

"That's enough! It's fixated on Spotty, I told you that!"

Ron was furious. He refused to listen to Hermione's explanation and ignored the crowd of onlookers. He stormed back to the boys' dormitory, his hands full of scabbards.

Harry witnessed the whole thing.

It wasn't that he didn't want to help; he was just too tired after finishing training.

Furthermore, with Sherlock by his side, he felt he didn't need to take action.

However, he never expected things to turn out this way.

"Sherlock, this..."

Harry looked at Sherlock, unsure of what to say.

“My dear Harry, Ron left his star chart behind. Remember to bring it back for him when you go back.”

Seeing that Sherlock seemed completely unconcerned, Harry nodded instinctively.

After saying this, Sherlock handed Crookshank to Hermione.

By this time, Banban had left, and Crookshan was no longer struggling desperately to get down as before.

"Thank you, Sherlock..."

Hermione's voice was still trembling, and her gaze toward Sherlock held an indescribable feeling.

"No need to be so polite, my dear Hermione."

After saying this, Sherlock glanced thoughtfully at Crookshank.

The creature, held in Hermione's arms, was glaring fiercely at Sherlock, as if blaming him for ruining its plans.

It's hard to imagine that such an expression would appear on a cat.

"interesting."

A smile appeared on Sherlock's lips.

Ever since the "cat and mouse game" incident, Hermione and Ron have been at odds.

Both of them felt they were in the right, so neither of them wanted to talk to the other.

This made Harry, caught in the middle, feel very uncomfortable. He tried several times to mediate between the two, but all his efforts were in vain.

Sherlock, however, was unconcerned: "Since they don't think they've done anything wrong, let's just maintain the status quo."

Harry sighed upon hearing this.

This is the real Sherlock.

He never cared about what other people thought.

One day at lunchtime, Watson happily brought Sherlock a letter, in which the newly appointed professor Rupert Hagrid invited them to visit his cabin.

When Ron saw that Hermione was going to go with Sherlock, he immediately told Sherlock that he had something to do.

Harry wanted to go with Sherlock and Hermione, but Wood pulled him aside to discuss tactics.

So in the end, only Sherlock and Hermione arrived at Hagrid's Golden House.

Hermione even brought Crookshanks along, hoping that Hagrid, who was an expert in zoology, could see what was going on.

"Welcome, welcome! Oh, where are Harry and the Weasley boys?"

Hagrid's eyes crinkled into slits when he saw Sherlock and Hermione, but when he noticed Harry and Ron weren't there, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Let's go discuss Quidditch tactics for the new season."

Sherlock looked around Hagrid's cabin and found that there were still a few fluffy creatures inside.

Clearly, Hagrid is still using his financial power to maintain his title as the "most popular professor."

"Oh, I know, the first match was against Slytherin, right!"

Upon hearing Sherlock's answer, Hagrid suddenly understood and immediately brought them some strong homemade tea.

"No doubt about it, Gryffindor will definitely crush Slytherin. I would say Gryffindor will definitely win the Quidditch Championship this year!"

When the topic came up, Hagrid spoke excitedly and at length.

It wasn't until the topic of McGonagall's past as an excellent Quidditch player came up that she realized she had unknowingly talked too much again.

He coughed twice to cover up the embarrassment of accidentally revealing the past again, and then explained why he had invited Sherlock here.

After taking Sherlock's advice last time, the course on protecting magical creatures became very popular.

But now a month has passed, and we can't keep relying on Pu Rongrong to maintain popularity.

So he decided to go all out and approached Sherlock directly, asking him to help him design the year's curriculum.

"Hagrid, Sherlock is just a third-year student, how could you make him do something like this!"

Hermione's eyes widened upon hearing Hagrid's request.

"Yes, I know, but I've never treated him like a child since first grade."

Hagrid said in a completely matter-of-fact tone:
“He’s much better than me—look, even this little guy you brought likes them!” Following Hagrid’s direction, Hermione saw Crookshanks chasing after Puffy, playing happily and pouncing on her like a toy.

This solidified her belief that Crookshank only chased after Scabbers because he found it interesting, and never intended to actually eat it.

"See? I wouldn't have thought of this without Sherlock's help!"
I always thought you guys liked cute little creatures like Buckbeak and Aragog!

Sherlock and Hermione exchanged a glance.

All I can say is, he truly lives up to his name, Hagrid!

"Please, Sherlock!"

As Hagrid spoke, he looked at Sherlock with a very sincere gaze, hoping to move him.

However, Sherlock rejected him.

"Let's forget about the specific course schedule—like Hermione said, I'm just a third-year student after all."

"Sherlock!"

Hearing Sherlock's words, Hagrid trembled, his eyes immediately reddening. "You won't help me?"

Isn't it?

Hermione stared at Hagrid in surprise. Although she thought she knew Hagrid fairly well, but...

Isn't that a bit too exaggerated?
"However, I can give you some advice..."

"Great!"

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Hagrid's sorrow immediately turned to joy, and he slapped Sherlock on the shoulder.

Sherlock was prepared and remained unmoved.

"Hagrid, be gentle!"

Hermione, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it any longer and quickly spoke up.

"Hehe, sorry, I just got carried away..."

Hagrid scratched the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly, then slapped his right hand with his left: "Why can't I control my hand!"

Hermione: "..."

"My suggestion is that we can refer to the British Ministry of Magic's classification of magical creatures to determine the specific content of the lessons."

“That Sherlock…you know, my head isn’t very sharp, so you’d better make your point clearer!”

"It's very simple. For third and fourth-year wizards, your course selection should focus on magical creatures of the ×× and ××× levels, such as the Puffy that has made you the center of attention recently."

Upon hearing Sherlock mention this, Hagrid involuntarily straightened his chest, his face beaming with pride.

Sherlock glanced at him and continued:

"For students in fifth grade and above, they can take classes on the magical creatures of ××× and ××××."

The specific content should be arranged in a tiered manner, increasing the risk level sequentially according to the autumn, winter, and spring semesters.

For us third-grade students, after Christmas you can start teaching things like the hippogriff.

As for which magical creatures to choose, that's up to you.

During the course, safety is paramount; ensure you are prepared to handle any unexpected incidents that may occur.

With the foundation laid by Puffy, Sherlock believed that even if Hagrid's aesthetic sense was different from ordinary people, the young wizards would be able to accept it.

"Okay, let's do it!"

Hagrid remembered Sherlock's plan, and his mood immediately brightened.

After that, at Hermione's request, Hagrid inspected Crook Hill and determined that it was in excellent health.

"So he has cat and raccoon blood, no wonder!"

Hagrid's expression suddenly dawned on him. "Hermione, you've really struck gold this time!"
Cats are very intelligent; they can distinguish those with ill intentions.

"But it kept staring at Ron's pet, Scabbers."

Hermione sighed.

"Haha, it's only natural for cats to catch mice!"

Hagrid slapped Hermione on the shoulder, causing her to stumble. She quickly grabbed Sherlock's arm to keep from falling.

Hermione looked at Hagrid with a hint of helplessness, but Hagrid was completely oblivious to her presence.

He laughed loudly and said, "It can't be that Ron's little mouse had bad intentions, haha, haha!"

Sherlock glanced at Crookshanks, who were still beaming with joy, a thoughtful look flashing across his eyes.

Before leaving, Hagrid gave the two of them some more food.

Barn fruit bread.

Like other dishes Hagrid makes, it remains a very hard food.

After Sherlock accepted it, he thought he could develop new uses for it, just like he used rock bread as a shield and syrup toffee as a throwing weapon.

As for the specifics of how to proceed, we need to consider this carefully.

As Halloween approaches, the festive atmosphere at Hogwarts is growing stronger.

October 16th, Friday.

After finishing their study of ancient runes, Sherlock and Hermione went straight to Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

The two had just arrived outside the classroom when they realized something was wrong.

Hermione's roommate, Lavender Brown, was surrounded by several classmates and was crying very sadly.

Her other roommate, Parvati Petil, put her arm around her shoulder and kept comforting her, while also quietly explaining something to her good friends, Simon Finigan and Dean Thomas, who were standing next to her.

Hermione now has a pretty good relationship with her roommates, so upon seeing this scene, she immediately went over and anxiously asked:

"what's going on?"

Harry and Ron arrived earlier; their previous class was Professor Hagrid's "Protecting Magical Creatures."

When the two of them saw this scene, they both showed expressions of surprise.

The two were surprised not because of Lavender's crying, nor because of Petil comforting her, nor even because of Sherlock who greeted them.

It was Hermione who was pressing Lavender for an explanation of what had happened.

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(End of this chapter)