Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 323 Cho Chang VS Ginny Weasley

Hearing the familiar voice, Harry was startled. He looked up and saw Sherlock and Neville standing at the entrance to the common room, looking at him curiously.

Sherlock glanced at Crook Mountain at Harry's feet and his eyes lit up.

He handed the long, straight stick to Neville, asking him to take it back to his dormitory, and then walked towards Harry.

"what's the situation?"

"This guy has always wanted to go to the boys' dormitory to find Banban."

Harry recounted how Crookshank had tried to sneak into the boys' dormitory that morning, and how he had stopped Crookshank several times.

“Sherlock, I now think Ron was right about it—it was targeting Scabbers, and Hermione was being a bit unreasonable this time.”

"Are you that persistent?"

Sherlock curiously took Crookshanks from Harry, and the big guy immediately began to bare his teeth at him.

"It seemed very unhappy that I stopped it from going to the boys' dormitory."

Harry frowned as he saw this.

"It was also very unhappy with me for stopping it from catching Spot last time."

Sherlock shook his head. "It's about time. Let's go eat first. I'll return it to Hermione later."

As the two passed through the portrait-shaped opening, Sir Cadogan spoke to them with great enthusiasm:
"Hey, stop right there, you two mangy dogs—bring that stupid big-faced cat and fight me!"

Before Sherlock and Harry could say anything, Crookshanks immediately cried out in dissatisfaction.

"Meow—ˇˇ"

Judging from its appearance, it clearly wanted to rush up and scratch the portrait that was provoking it.

Unfortunately, it had no chance of escaping while in Sherlock's arms.

Seeing this, Harry couldn't help but find it amusing. "Spare his life, Crookshanks, spare his life."

As if he understood Harry's words, Crookshanks glared fiercely at Sir Cadogan, then gave up struggling.

"It's really smart."

When they arrived at the Great Hall, Harry looked at Crookshanks on Sherlock's lap and couldn't help but say, "I have to tell Hermione later."

"Don't meddle in the cat's business, bro."

Sherlock looked at the listless Harry and said, "You should eat something. You can't expect me to persuade you to eat every time you have your first game of the school year, can you?"

"But……"

"How about I just call Qiu and Ginny over, hmm?"

"No, don't do this!"

Harry was startled by Sherlock, who knew that Sherlock was absolutely capable of keeping his word.

If I need the comfort of Qiu Zhang and Ginny to eat, I'll definitely be laughed at by others.

Seeing Harry's nervous look, Sherlock smiled and started petting the cat.

With gentle caresses, slow twists, and skillful flicks, Crookshank, who had initially been somewhat dissatisfied with Sherlock, soon began to snort contentedly.

The whole cat started bouncing around.

Not long after, Hermione arrived at the Great Hall first.

When he saw Crookshank perched on Sherlock's lap, he was taken aback: "How did it get here with you?"

“Oh, Hermione…”

Harry quickly pulled Hermione down to sit and told her about Crookshanks' attempt to sneak into the boys' dormitory that morning.

“I won’t tell Ron about this, but you’d better keep an eye on it.”

Hermione was also taken aback by this, and took Crookshank from Sherlock's hands. "I'll put it back first."

Watching Hermione pick up Crookshanks and rush off, Harry sighed. "She's always so impulsive... Ah, Sherlock, why did you actually call them?"

"Ok?"

Sherlock followed Harry's gaze and couldn't help but laugh.

Qiu Zhang and Ginny, the two girls, walked into the hall from two different directions.

Both of them had the same goal: to get Harry, who was standing there dumbfounded with his spoon in his hand.

“I’ve said it before, dear Harry, women are your forte.”

Hearing Sherlock's words, Harry's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, at least confirming that the two girls were not something he had deliberately arranged.

However, when Qiu Zhang and Jin Ni walked towards him side by side, he still had a strange feeling that he couldn't quite explain.

What happened next went exactly as Harry had imagined.

Although Cho Chang and Ginny seemed to get along very well on the surface, they were both encouraging Harry in their own ways.

However, Harry, who was the one suffering, felt an indescribable discomfort all over his body.

Qiu Zhang spread blueberry jam evenly on the bread, her black hair swaying gently with the movement, the dewdrops glistening in the candlelight.

She handed the bread to Harry, her voice as soft as the morning mist: "This is Honey Duke's new flavor, which will keep your taste buds alert while replenishing your blood sugar."

"Thank you, Qiu."

Harry took the bread and took a bite, and his spirits lifted. The taste was indeed as good as Cho Chang had said.

Ginny, with her fiery red hair, sat on Harry's other side. Upon seeing this, she immediately pushed the steaming pumpkin juice towards Harry:

“Just eating bread won’t do, Harry. You need to drink some of this, or you might choke.”

“Uh… okay, Ginny.”

Two beautiful eyes, one with black hair and the other with red hair, briefly met across three rows of silver candlesticks, just as a rumble of thunder rolled across the dome of the auditorium.

"Don't worry, Harry. Believe in yourself, believe in your teammates, believe in your Nimbus 2000."

After a brief silence, Qiu Zhang smiled and was the first to look away:

"The bad weather isn't just affecting Gryffindor, it's affecting Hufflepuff too. If you perform normally, you'll definitely be able to catch the Golden Snitch before Diggory does."

Ginny pinched her slightly burning earlobe: "Harry, Hufflepuff is a piece of cake, beat them!"

Qiu Zhang: "An arrogant army is bound to be defeated. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. Besides, Hufflepuff is not a rabbit."

Harry, confidence is good, but too much confidence turning into arrogance is not good.

Ginny: "Harry, you don't need to think so much, just do it!"

Harry: ((*)ゞ→→

Sherlock found this scene extremely amusing.

This subtle exchange is clearly a clash of wisdom and courage.

One weaves armor with reason, the other forges a sword with passion, yet both hide tenderness beneath their hardest shells, building an invisible fortress for the same person.

So... after the savior of the magical world, the boy who survived, the nemesis of the Dark Lord, and the Gryffindor King of Fighters, shouldn't my friend also receive a new title?

Is it the transdimensional gravitational source of Gryffindor Tower, or the calibration star of the Ravenclaw astrolabe, or more directly, the first sample of the Love Potion Distiller?

Just then, the other Gryffindor members also arrived at the Great Hall for dinner.

When they saw Cho Chang and Ginny sitting on either side of Harry, they were both taken aback.

Feeling a little hot as others stared at them with such strange looks, the two girls felt their faces flush.

They originally intended to get up and leave, but upon seeing each other, they both chose to stay put.

Only Wood ignored this scene and spoke seriously to the other team members.

"Today will be a fierce battle."

“Don’t worry, Oliver,” Arya comforted him, “we don’t care about this little drizzle.”

"Oliver, you should eat something," Harry urged.

"Harry, you should eat more. We still need you to win today's game."

"Thank you, I arrived early and have already eaten quite a bit."

"..."

Aria said it was just a drizzle, which was really too modest.

Some teachers and students on their way to watch the game had their umbrellas blown away by the wind.

This forced them to duck their heads to fend off the strong winds as they ran along the grass toward the pitch.

"The weather this year is even worse than last year."

Hermione frowned as she returned to the dormitory after leaving Crookshanks there.

As she walked toward the stands, she was swayed from side to side by the wind and quickly clung tightly to Sherlock's arm.

"That's why those despicable Slytherins would make up an excuse to forfeit the match," Ginny said indignantly.

Just then, Sherlock felt a tightening on his other arm.

That was Luna Lovegood, whom I hadn't seen in a long time.

“I called Luna over too,” Ginny said with a grin. “She’s happy to watch the game with us.”

Luna naturally took Sherlock's other arm and looked him up and down curiously: "You weren't bothered by the harassing flies today."

"Oh, Ginny, be gentle."

Ron, whose arm was being held by Ginny, couldn't help but complain.

"What if I get blown away by the wind if I don't put in the effort?"
Ron, you're too fragile!
Look at Sherlock, he's being hugged by two girls and hasn't said a word!

Ron glanced at Sherlock, who was being held by Hermione and Luna, each holding one of his arms, and then thought of Harry, who had just been given special attention by Ginny and Cho Chang at the dinner table. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

孽 孽!
Hermione glanced at Luna, who was clinging to Sherlock's arm just like her, and frowned slightly.

Because of Sherlock, she now knows a bit about the girl known as "Crazy Girl Lovegood".

"Crazy girl" is never a compliment.

It's one thing to say it in private, but to say it to someone's face is no different from pointing your finger at them and cursing them.

Ginny even argued with some boys because they called Luna a crazy girl to her face.

However, to be fair, there are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.

Luna doesn't give off the feeling of being a normal person.

She has even more oddities than Sherlock.

First and foremost, it has a unique aesthetic.

She usually wears very strange jewelry, such as a necklace made of butterbeer corks, carrot-shaped earrings, and occasionally tucks her wand behind her ear. Sometimes she also wears a pair of anti-demon glasses.

His daily behavior is even more bizarre.

When she speaks, her voice often sounds dazed, as if she is dreaming. She also believes in the existence of many creatures that have not yet been officially discovered, including the harassing horsefly she has mentioned many times, as well as moon frogs, bubble snot monsters, curved-horned snorting beasts, and so on.

In addition, her outspoken personality can sometimes make people feel uncomfortable.

They never consider the occasion or atmosphere when they speak; in short, they bring up the very thing that shouldn't be brought up.

However, this is similar to Sherlock Holmes.

In short, he exudes a crazy and eccentric vibe.

Hermione sympathized with Luna, who was often ridiculed by her classmates, but at the same time, she couldn't understand why the girl would believe so many things without any evidence.

The group of five then sat down in the stands, with Luna, who was between Sherlock and Ginny, becoming the one in the very center.

At this moment, the dark clouds, like crumpled black parchment, pressed down on the spire of Hogwarts Castle.

The Quidditch pitch was battered by howling winds, rumbling thunder, and torrential rain.

Even so, when the Gryffindor players in their gold and red jerseys and the Hufflepuff players in their yellow and black jerseys appeared on the field from two different directions, the spectators in the stands couldn't help but cheer loudly.

(End of this chapter)