Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 309 Don't skip meals just because you're afraid of choking.

After the first week of the new semester ended, Harry, who had selected all the courses, followed Sherlock's advice and stopped attending electives with Sherlock.

Later, Hermione and Ron had another fight. To comfort his good friend, Harry spent the time taking classes with Ron on both Magical Creatures Protection and Divination.

Ron only attends other classes when he has free time.

However, both Harry and Ron agreed that Hermione should attend classes with Sherlock.

This is not the case.

Hermione may be late, but she's never absent.

Hermione attended every class, whether or not Sherlock was in class with Harry and Ron.

Of course, whenever this happened, she would sit on the other side of Harry and not talk to Ron.

Harry had also asked Hermione why she didn't go to class with Sherlock, but Hermione always gave vague answers.

He had initially thought Hermione had also had a conflict with Sherlock, but observing their interactions during break time, he found them to be perfectly normal.

This made him even more puzzled.

Ron was even less likely to speak.

However, what puzzled the two of them was that Hermione had just been with them in Professor Haig's class on the protection of magical creatures, but she had disappeared as soon as get out of class ended.

The two of them hadn't paid any attention to her at first, but now she suddenly reappeared.

"When did she start hanging out with Sherlock? Did you see it?" Ron asked, frowning.

Harry shook his head in confusion. He did know that Sherlock was taking an ancient rune studies class, but the classroom for that class was on the other side of the castle!

Just then, Sherlock walked up to the two of them.

"Your expressions tell me that you seem to have encountered a problem?"

"Pretty much... Sherlock, has Hermione been with you the whole time?"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry: "Why do you ask that?"

"Because she was just in our class on protecting magical creatures!"

Ron said irritably, "You disappeared as soon as get out of class ended, and we've been here for ages, but the two of you showed up together."

"That's it..."

Sherlock looked at Hermione, who was anxiously asking Lavender why she was crying.

"I just happened to bump into her."

Sherlock chuckled and pointed at Lavender and Petit:

"Perhaps you were distracted by them and didn't notice us—what exactly happened?"

“Lavender received a letter from home this morning,” Harry whispered. “Her rabbit, Binge, was killed by a fox.”

"I should have known!"

At the same time, Lavender shouted to Hermione, "Do you know what day it is today?"

"What day?"

Hermione couldn't keep up with Lavender's train of thought for a moment.

October 16th, Friday!

'The thing you fear most will happen on October 16th!'

Remember? She was right, she was right!

This "she" clearly refers to Professor Trelawney.

As soon as he said that, the whole class gasped.

Simo and Dean, who had previously looked curious, now had extremely serious expressions.

“I’m sorry, Lavender…”

Hermione hesitated for a moment, but then asked, "You...you've been worried that Binch would be killed by a fox all this time?"

“It might not actually be a fox,” Lavender said, looking at Hermione with teary eyes, “but I’m obviously afraid the rabbit will die, aren’t I?”

Hearing Lavender's words, Hermione frowned and asked again, "Is Binkey an old rabbit?"

“No, no,” Lavender shook his head, “it’s a baby rabbit.”

"If that's the case, then why are you afraid it will die?"

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Parvati glared at Hermione with annoyance.

Seeing this, Harry quickly stepped forward, grabbed Hermione, and whispered, "Hermione, stop talking."

After Hermione kept asking questions, he sensed that something was off about the atmosphere around him.

"Let's analyze this rationally."

However, Hermione did not heed Harry's advice.

Not only that, she also turned to the crowd surrounding Lavender and said:

"What I mean is, Binch didn't just die today, right?"

"But Lavender only received this news today..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lavender began to wail even louder.

This made the students who were gathered nearby even more dissatisfied, and they looked at Hermione with increasing displeasure.

However, Hermione ignored this and continued:

"Also, Lavender wasn't always worried about this, because she was very shocked when she heard the news..."

"Ignore Hermione, Lavender!"

Ron, who hadn't originally intended to speak, stepped forward and said loudly:
"She doesn't care about other people's pets at all."

Lavender immediately looked at Ron with gratitude.

Clearly, Ron's emotional comfort was more to her liking than Hermione's calm and rational analysis.

Ron's image suddenly grew taller in her heart. Meeting Lavender's grateful gaze, Ron also straightened his back.

Hermione turned abruptly to Ron, who met her gaze without flinching.

For Ron, Lavender's ordeal reminded him of Crookshanks and Scabbers, giving him a subtle sense of shared hatred.

Sherlock watched the scene unfold before him, his heart unmoved.

This matter is actually very simple.

At this point, Lavender was only willing to listen to what she believed—she firmly believed that this was Professor Trelawney's prophecy.

So even if Hermione's analysis is correct and objective, she won't listen.

Or rather, she's there to seek validation, not to listen to your reasoning.

So Ron's statement indirectly confirms her idea—Hermione is just talking without understanding the situation and doesn't take other people's pets seriously at all.

Seeing Hermione and Ron glaring at him, Harry couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

He has put in a lot of effort to repair the relationship between the two during this period.

The main reason was that Sherlock didn't care about the matter, which left Harry with no choice but to take on the responsibility.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall appeared just in time, which made Harry secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

However, throughout the entire lesson, Hermione and Ron sat next to Sherlock and Harry respectively, without saying a word.

This gave Harry even more of a headache—at least they used to communicate occasionally.

However, when the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class, Harry's attention was drawn to other things.

As the students were about to get up and leave, Professor McGonagall spoke up and stopped them from leaving.

"Please wait a moment. You are all in my academy. I have something to tell you all."

Please return the permit form for Hogsmeade before Halloween. According to school rules, you cannot go without the form, so please don't forget!

Professor McGonagall had barely finished saying "Don't forget" when Neville raised his hand and weakly said:

"Professor, I'm so sorry, I think I lost my watch. I forgot where I put it."

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The whole class couldn't help but let out a suppressed chuckle.

Well, it was a truly consistent performance, nothing surprising at all.

“Your grandmother sent your watch directly to me, Mr. Longbottom.”

Even the usually serious Professor McGonagall couldn't help but chuckle. "She seemed to think that was safer, and now it seems she was right."

Okay, that's settled then. You can leave now.

After all the students had left, Harry glanced at Sherlock first, then nervously walked toward Professor McGonagall's podium.

"What is it, Potter?"

"This is my Hogsmeade application form, Professor."

Harry took a deep breath and handed the application form to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with a serious gaze through her square glasses, without saying a word.

Harry felt a chill run down his spine under her gaze. He didn't know why, but he seemed more afraid of Professor McGonagall than Professor Snape—even though she was the Head of his house.

“My aunt signed it,” he said, mustering his courage.

Professor McGonagall took the Hogsmeade clearance form: "They're Muggles, they shouldn't understand what Hogsmeade stands for, right?"

“But they signed it,” Harry insisted. “Professor, you just said that as long as a guardian signs it, you can go. That’s the rule.”

“I never said you couldn’t go, Potter.”

"So, I can go to Hogsmeade now?"

"Of course, as you said, that's the rule."

Professor McGonagall stood up and put her lecture notes into the drawer, arranging them neatly as if she had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

She turned to look at Harry, her expression a little strange. "I hope you and your friends have a great weekend."

As she said this, her gaze passed over Harry and looked at Sherlock, Hermione, and Ron behind him, lingering particularly on Sherlock for a moment.

Hermione found it somewhat unbelievable that Professor McGonagall didn't stop Harry.

"Come on, don't put on that 'it's all for your own good' look!"

Ron finally spoke to Hermione, but his words were anything but polite.

"Even Professor McGonagall agrees, I still don't know what you're trying to do!"

"Sherlock, is Harry in danger?" Hermione ignored Ron and turned to Sherlock to ask.

“My dear Hermione, there’s an idiom in Cho Chang’s hometown: ‘Don’t give up eating because of a choking’.”

Although it was the first time I had heard this idiom, its meaning was not difficult to understand at all.

Even Ron clapped his hands excitedly, "That's so true! We can't just not eat because we're afraid of choking, hahaha!"

Hermione frowned and remained silent.

Meanwhile, the others had already started discussing what to do first and what to do next in Hogsmeade Village, and they were quite pleased with themselves.

This incident further strained the relationship between Hermione and Ron.

Even the Gryffindor quartet has temporarily split into two groups: Sherlock and Hermione, and Harry and Ron.

The Lion King was accompanied by Miss Know-It-All, and the Savior was accompanied by Mr. Chess Master.

This will minimize the arguments between Hermione and Ron.

This situation continued until Halloween.

On this morning, students in the third grade and above will travel to Hogsmeade together, and will attend the Halloween Eve party upon their return.

At the entrance hall of Hogwarts, the young wizards had already lined up early.

Administrator Argus Filch held a long list in his hand, vigilantly checking the information on each face.

He demonstrated through his actions what it means to be dedicated to one's duties, resolutely preventing anyone who shouldn't have left from doing so.

(End of this chapter)