Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 369 A person like Sherlock should be one in a million.

Sherlock's gaze swept over Kreacher and the tattered cloth covering him as if it were a tangible object, his speech rapid yet clear:
"You know very well what you're saying, and you know who you're looking at."

Crazy? Getting senile?

That's nothing more than a self-deceptive veil covering your long-rotten yet deeply rooted pureblood fanaticism and ingrained malice.

You're even hammering nails into the Black family's coffin with your breath, yet you dare to dream of using madness as a shroud?

Kreacher's body trembled violently again, and even his unconscious muttering caught in his throat: "Mud..."

Sherlock, without any hesitation, directly interrupted its hesitation:
"Whether you like it or not, your soul has long been hollowed out by the decay of this mansion and the paranoia of your mistress."

Ultimately, he became a hollow puppet with only the appearance of an elf, capable only of chewing on hatred and reminiscing about the decaying glory of the past.

You are now both a poisonous insect cursing its master in the gutter and a loyal grave-guarding dog.

Feigning madness has become your only weapon.

"well said!"

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, a voice came from behind Harry, accompanied by enthusiastic applause.

Sirius clapped enthusiastically while looking at Sherlock with shining eyes: "Sherlock, your mouth is even more venomous than Snape's!"

Sirius Black had long been fed up with Kreacher, the Black family's house-elf.

Especially its half-mad, half-awake behavior.

Sirius Black didn't really care about the insults.

But the pathological behavior of those who were extremely protective of the Black family, and the constant nagging that would ring in my ears from time to time, was really disgusting.

Unfortunately, Sirius Black's language skills were not very strong.

Or perhaps, twelve years spent with Dementors and the inability to speak caused his ability in this area to atrophy.

The result is that even though you have a lot to say, you just can't say it.

At times like these, he couldn't help but think of that snotty-nosed guy. Although he was annoying, he was really sharp when it came to insulting people.

I never imagined that my eldest son would have a friend like that!

Sherlock Holmes!
Well said! Brilliantly said! Absolutely brilliant!
“I’ll take that as a compliment, Mr. Sirius.”

Sherlock had naturally noticed Sirius Black in the living room long ago.

Hearing his evaluation of him, he couldn't help but smile slightly and turned his gaze away from Kreacher.

I originally thought everyone at Hogwarts had a secret, but I never expected that even a house-elf from the Black family wouldn't be so lonely.

interesting.

It seems I'll need to have a serious talk with Sirius and Harry about this elf later.

At the same time, upon seeing Sirius Black, Kreacher immediately bowed deeply to him.

Its waist was bent very low, almost as low as Dobby's back then, and its nose was flattened to the ground because of this movement.

"Stand up quickly!"

Sirius, seeing this, said impatiently, "Speak, what do you want here?"

"Kreacher is cleaning."

In response to Sirius's question, Kreacher replied earnestly, "Kreacher will serve the noble Black family for life—"

“But the house is getting darker every day,” Sirius interrupted him bluntly, “the more you clean it, the dirtier it gets.”

"Young Master always likes to crack little jokes."

Kreacher bowed again as he spoke, seemingly showing great respect to Sirius, but what he said next left everyone speechless:

"The young master is a despicable, ungrateful scoundrel who has broken his mother's heart—"

The group of young wizards exchanged glances. Goodness, what a good guy.

“My mother has no heart, Kreacher,” Sirius said irritably. “She lives entirely on resentment.”

Kreacher bowed again and said:
"No matter what the young master says, he is not even worthy of wiping his mother's shoes."

Oh, my poor mistress, what would she say if she saw Kreacher serving the young master?

How much the mistress hated him! How disappointing he was!

"I'm asking you what you're planning to do?!"

Sirius seemed to have lost his patience. He said coldly, "Every time you come out these days pretending to clean, you always sneak things into your room and prevent us from throwing them away."

“Kreacher would never take anything from the young master’s house out of its proper place.”

After giving a brief reply, Kreacher began to recite rapidly:
“If the tapestry is thrown away, the mistress will never forgive Kreacher.”

The tapestry has been in this house for seven centuries, and Kreacher is determined to preserve it!
Kreacher will not allow the young master, or any of those bastards, scum, or mudbloods, to destroy the tapestry!

"Hehe, I knew that would be the case."

Sirius Black gave a look that said, "I didn't expect this."

He cast a disdainful glance at the opposite wall, “I know she’ll do what she did after her own portrait was painted, and cast a permanent seal on the tapestry.”

But if I can get rid of it, I will never hesitate.

"Alright, you can go now, Kreacher."

Kreacher seemed unwilling to disobey Sirius's orders, which had specific requirements.

However, as it dragged itself out, its gaze toward Sirius was filled with deep-seated hatred.

Not only that, but as he left the room, he kept muttering to himself:
"After returning from Azkaban, he's started pointing fingers at Kreacher?"

Oh, my poor mistress, what would she say if she saw the house like this?

A despicable person moved in, and her precious child was thrown out.

She swore she wouldn't acknowledge him as her son, but now he's back, and supposedly he's a murderer—"

"If you keep nagging me, I'm really going to kill someone!"

Sirius is practically going crazy.

In fact, not only Sirius was annoyed, but even the young wizards in the room couldn't stand the constant nagging.

When Sirius slammed the door shut in front of Kreacher, all the young wizards except Sherlock and Hermione breathed a long sigh of relief.

They're finally gone. "Sirius, he's not mentally sound."

After Kreacher left, Hermione pleaded, "I don't think he knew we could hear him."

"You heard what Sherlock just said, do you still think the same way?"

Sirius gave Hermione a strange look, seemingly puzzled as to where her inexplicable sympathy came from.

"Perhaps you're right, but it's been alone here for too long."

Over the years I've been away from here, and it's received some crazy commands from my mother's portrait, which is why it was talking to itself like that just now.

But then again, it used to be a nasty little thing—"

“What if you set him free?” Hermione said hopefully. “Maybe—”

"I can't let it go free!"

Sirius said rather roughly, "The shock alone would kill it!"

If you don't believe me, you can suddenly tell it to leave the house and see how it reacts.

Hermione remained silent.

She knew very well that giving house-elves freedom was a deadly thing.

This is especially true for the little elves who serve the ancient family of Black.

The heads of little elves hanging on the walls of the staircase from the first to the second floor are the best proof.

Who would have thought that this was the highest pursuit of these intelligent beings?
Even though Kreacher was senile, he was no exception.

Just then, Sherlock suddenly spoke, saying slowly:

"If it's really as you say, Mr. Sirius, I suggest you be more precise when giving it commands in the future."

Sirius Black looked at Sherlock with some confusion and asked, "More accurately?"

"You just told him 'Go away'."

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

"Where are we going?"

Sherlock shook his head. "As far as I know, house-elves cannot disobey their masters' orders, but they can interpret vague commands like the one you just gave in their own way."

He looked at Harry as he spoke, "Do you remember the Malfoy family's house-elf?"
Lucius Malfoy forbids it from revealing the information to anyone, yet it still hints at Lucius's actions through its behavior.

This is because old Malfoy did not give it clear orders, which allowed it to take advantage of the loophole.

If it can do that, then other house-elves can do the same.

Hearing Sherlock's words, Harry was reminded of Dobby, who would bang his head against the wall all the time.

Harry was horrified at the thought of Dobby's past actions. "Sherlock, do you mean...?"

"If I were a house-elf, I could easily misinterpret Sirius's 'Go away' as 'leave this house.'"

Amidst the increasingly grim expressions of Sirius and the other young wizards, Sherlock calmly said:
"From the current perspective alone, even with this understanding, there isn't much of a problem."

But if we are in a special situation one day, it can take this opportunity to leave and pass on the message from here.

"Mr. Sirius, given his attitude towards you, it's not surprising at all that he did this."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Sirius waved his hands excitedly, "Even now, I forbid it from revealing any important information to anyone else!"

It was bound by the fairy's magic and could not disobey my commands.

"That's exactly the problem."

Hermione noticed that Sherlock's gaze towards Sirius held a fleeting hint of pity.

"Some information may seem like trivial matters to you, but it is not so to me."

If it can tell me in great detail what you and Harry have been doing during this time of cleaning, I can deduce your movements over the past few days.

I think everyone should have no doubt about this.

In other words, unless the enemy is too stupid, they can easily exploit this to create a breach, leading to disastrous consequences.

After a brief silence, an unusual voice rang out.

"Gudong!"

Everyone looked at Ron.

Ron was also a little embarrassed.

But after hearing Sherlock describe how terrible it was, he couldn't help but swallow hard.

When he noticed everyone's eyes were on him, the red-haired man wore a bewildered and confused expression.

"But...but, Sherlock, someone like you must be one of a kind in this world, right?"
I mean... you know that, right?

Maybe it doesn't matter even if other people know about these things, right?

I don't understand... Sherlock, I think you're being a little too cautious..."

"If you're referring to observation and reasoning skills, dear Ron, then among the people you know, there are those who are far superior to me."

While Ron was still pondering who could be so powerful, Harry and Hermione had already blurted out:

"Mycroft!"

Ron also realized what was happening.

Yes, he's someone who's seen Mycroft with his own eyes.

Judging from his performance alone, he is indeed more capable than Sherlock in terms of observation and reasoning.

"But he's your brother. People as capable as you two are probably one of a kind in this world, right?"

"If there's a first one, there will be a second; and if there's a second, how do you know there won't be a third?"

Sherlock's eyes gleamed as he spoke, word by word:

"I do indeed despise the wisdom of an individual whose identity has already been established."

But I will never underestimate the other side, even if it is a possibility that has not yet arisen.

(End of this chapter)