Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 313 She really slept next to Sherlock
Ginny was furious and glared at Ron.

While in Hogsmeade, his older brother was with Harry, but as soon as Cho Chang arrived, he ran off to find Fred and George.

Even the fact that Harry and Cho Chang spent the afternoon at the Three Broomsticks pub was something he only learned from other people.

Now that he had finally mustered up the courage to come closer, he was telling him to leave?

That sixth guy is something else!

Not only did he not help his own sister, but he also kept dragging her down!

Seeing Ginny's angry expression, Ron realized what was going on and immediately fell silent.

Ginny surveyed the situation; the four sleeping bags, from left to right, belonged to Hermione, Sherlock, Harry, and Ron.

She really wanted to kick Ron aside and take his place.

But that would be too obvious and might scare Harry.

She had no choice but to settle for second best and move the sleeping bag to Ron's side.

At least I'm closer to Harry.

Ron hadn't paid any attention at first, but when he saw Hermione next to Sherlock, he suddenly realized what was going on.

He remembered what he had said to Harry that morning in Hogsmeade.

"If she's so capable, she should sleep next to Sherlock!"

Well, that's it, he really is sleeping next to Sherlock!
Remembering his earlier statement that "it can't be that something bad happens every Halloween," Ron fell into deep thought.

Could it be that I really do have some kind of prophetic talent?

I'll have to ask Professor Trelawney for some advice sometime.

Meanwhile, the students around them were also having a lively discussion:

"How did Blake get in? There are Dementors guarding the school entrance!"

"Perhaps he knows how to apparite, so he can appear out of thin air in an instant."

"Maybe he disguised himself using some special method."

"I think it's possible it flew in."

"I think he will turn into a flowering shrub."

"What? You might as well say he turned into an animal and ran in!"

……

Hearing these comments, Hermione propped her head up with her elbow and said somewhat irritably:

"What are you all talking about? Am I the only one who has taken the time to read 'Hogwarts: A History of the School'?"

Ginny propped herself up on her elbow and looked over Ron toward her: "Maybe that's true... but so what?"

"The castle is protected not only by its walls, but also by various kinds of magic to prevent others from sneaking in. Apparition is one of the forbidden spells."

No amount of disguise could fool the Dementors guarding the door. As Mr. Dumbledore once said, no amount of stealth skills or invisibility cloaks could fool them.

As for Animagus, we all learned about it in Professor McGonagall's class. The Ministry of Magic keeps records of wizards who can transform into animals, with registers showing what animals they can become, and markings and such...

I found Professor McGonagall in the register; there are only seven Animagus this century, and Sirius Black's name isn't even on it.

Has Professor McGonagall mentioned these things?

Hearing Hermione's words, Harry looked at Sherlock and Ron with some confusion, "I don't remember that?"

Ron shook his head. "I...I don't know."

"I haven't said that."

Sherlock stated definitively, "Hermione found this while researching for her homework; it's a piece of knowledge from outside the classroom."

Harry and Ron couldn't help but give Hermione a thumbs up for her solid study attitude.

Hermione looked at Sherlock with pride: "Sherlock, you think I'm right, don't you?"

“That is true in theory, but dear Hermione, I think you’ve probably forgotten something.”

"whats the matter?"

“Black escaped from Azkaban.”

After Sherlock said that, his friends immediately fell silent.

Yes, no matter how heavily guarded Hogwarts is, it's still just a school.

Azkaban is a prison!

Breaking out of prison can't be harder than getting into school, right?

In terms of the sheer number of Dementors, Azkaban has the most.

If Blake was able to escape from there, it's not surprising that he could infiltrate the school.

Thinking of this, Hermione couldn't help but shudder and moved closer to Sherlock.

Ginny watched this scene with some envy, wondering if she should learn from Hermione.

Sherlock, seemingly oblivious to the implications of Hermione's action, turned to Harry and said, "It's time to take some action..."

"Lights out now!"

Just then, Percy shouted again, "I'm telling everyone to get into their sleeping bags and not to talk!"

At his voice, all the candles went out immediately.

The only light in the entire auditorium was from the silver ghost, which drifted around and had a serious conversation with the student council president and prefects.

However, whispers could still be heard in the auditorium.

Sherlock was not surprised by this; it was unrealistic to expect everyone to fall asleep immediately after such an event.

Every hour, a teacher would appear in the auditorium to check if everything was alright.

By 3 a.m., most of the students had finally fallen asleep.

Sherlock listened to the breathing of his friends beside him and knew that none of them were asleep.

At this moment, Dumbledore also arrived at the Great Hall and began to speak quietly with Gemma.

"Is everything alright here, Miss Farley?"

"Everything is normal, Professor. Still no leads on him?"

"No, where is Mr. Weasley?"

"Sir, I'm here!"

Percy was patrolling among the rows of sleeping bags, scolding the students who were still talking. Hearing Dumbledore's summons, he immediately appeared beside Dumbledore and Gemma with lightning speed.

From Sherlock's perspective, he could only see Dumbledore's back, as well as Gemma and Percy's faces.

But that was enough for him.

At this moment, Gemma's eyebrows furrowed with a hint of worry, while Percy stood tall and proud, extremely excited.

"It's too late, there's no need to disturb them any further."

Dumbledore addressed the two student council presidents:
"The fat lady has been found; she's hiding in the map of Argyll County."

Judging from the current situation, she did not hear the command at the time, so she did not let Blake in.

Enraged, Blake resorted to violence.

She's still in a bad mood. I'll have Mr. Filch treat her once she calms down.

"If that's the case, what will happen to the Gryffindor students? Will they have to sleep here tomorrow night?"

As Gemma asked the question, she glanced in Sherlock's direction.

"That's what I was about to say. I've found a temporary guard for the Gryffindor portrait cave entrance."

"By tomorrow morning, you, Mr. Weasley, and the two Gryffindor prefects can organize their move back."

As Dumbledore finished speaking, the doors to the Great Hall opened again, and Professor Snape strode in.

“Principal, the entire fourth floor has been searched. Filch checked the underground classrooms, but there was no one there.”

"Where is the Astronomy Tower? Professor Trelawney's room? The Owl's Hut?"

"I've searched everywhere, but it's not there."

“Very well, Severus, I don’t think Blake will stay here any longer.”

"So... have you ever wondered how he got in, Headmaster?"

“I have many ideas, Severus,” Dumbledore glanced at Snape, “but unfortunately, none of them hold water.”

"So, do you remember our conversation before school started, right... uh... before school started?"

Sherlock keenly noticed Snape's subtle facial expressions.

His lips barely moved as he spoke, and his vague language clearly indicated that he didn't want Gemma and Percy to participate in their conversation.

“Of course I remember, Severus.”

“I don’t think Black could have gotten into the school without anyone’s help,” Snape said slowly, his eyes cold. “I’ve expressed my concerns about this before, especially when you specifically requested…”

“I don’t believe anyone in this castle could help Blake break in, Severus—I still believe that now.”

When Dumbledore said those words, Snape realized that the topic should end there.

Seeing that Snape was no longer speaking, Dumbledore changed the subject: "I'm going down to find the Dementors now, and we'll inform them after we've searched them."

"Aren't they here to help, sir?"

Gemma raised an eyebrow when she heard Percy's question.

Although this male student council president is indeed very academically excellent, he doesn't seem to be very bright right now.

"Oh yes."

Dumbledore said coldly, "But as long as I am the headmaster, I doubt a single Dementor will be able to cross the threshold of this castle."

At this moment, Percy realized what was happening and an embarrassed expression appeared on his face.

However, Dumbledore ignored him, nodded to Snape and Gemma, and then left the Great Hall.

Professor Snape stood there for a while, staring at Dumbledore's back, remaining silent for a long time.

Percy wanted to say a few words to him, but was completely ignored.

This made him even more embarrassed.

Snape whispered a few words to Gemma, and after she nodded in agreement, he left the Great Hall.

After Snape left, Gemma turned to Sherlock, moved her lips, and silently said "Goodnight" to him.

Having been watching Sherlock closely, she had already noticed that he wasn't asleep.

Sherlock nodded slightly to her, then looked away.

Harry and Hermione beside him both had their eyes open, reflecting the starlight on the ceiling.

"Go to sleep, we can talk about it tomorrow."

Hearing Sherlock's words, the two friends nodded and closed their eyes.

For the next few days, the entire school was talking about Sirius Black.

For reasons unknown, Hannah Abbott, the first person to wear the Sorting Hat, told everyone that Black would become a flowering shrub.

Many people believe in her, including Neville Longbottom.

As for the portrait of the fat lady that Blake tore up, it was taken down from the wall.

As Headmaster Dumbledore said, a lord named Cadogan and his fat grey horse took her place.

The lion cubs were very unhappy about the exchange.

Because the newly appointed Sir Cadogan was not doing his job properly; he spent half his time provoking others to duel him, and the other half of his time coming up with complicated, almost absurd, passwords.

Phrases like "a vulgar mongrel dog," "salamander eyes in the mud," "Merlin's traitorous mustache," and "bat dung rubbed against silver armor" are used.

That's not all; sometimes he has to change his password twice a day.

For a little lion like Neville Longbottom, who couldn't even remember a simple command like "Good luck," it would be the death of him.

He had to write down a week's worth of passwords on a small piece of paper to help him remember them.

"This guy is insane!"

Finally, someone couldn't take it anymore and approached Percy to complain: "Can't we just get a more normal portrait?"

Percy spread his hands, looking helpless.

"Because none of the other portraits would take the job—they were all terrified by the fat lady's fate, only the brave Sir Cadogan volunteered."

There was nothing the Gryffindor students could do now that things had come to this.

However, for Harry, Sir Cadogan meant nothing.

Because he is now in even bigger trouble.

(End of this chapter)