Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 371 Childhood Sweethearts
"It is obvious that pure-blood families are related to each other."

Because if you only want your children to marry people of pure blood, then your options are very limited.

After all... there are very few people like us left.

Sirius glanced at Ron, who was eating heartily next to Mrs. Holmes, then looked away and, under Harry's shocked gaze, said:
"In fact, your good friend Ron's mother, Molly Weasley, was called Molly Prewitt before her marriage."

Her father's brother, Ignatius Pwett, married my father's sister, Lucretia, so she was my cousin by marriage.

As for Ron's father, Arthur Weasley, he's probably the great-great-grandson of my uncle.

Before he knew it, Harry's eyes widened: "So, Ron is actually yours..."

"He is both a nephew and a cousin."

Harry: '(°ー°〃)
"There's no need to look surprised. In fact, my mother is my father's cousin."

Sirius Black succinctly stated, "If we count from the Black family line, Molly's marriage to Arthur was actually marriage to her aunt's son, who was also her distant uncle."

Harry: (ー`ー)
"But don't expect to find their names on this tapestry—if there's any family that's a bunch of blood-tainting scum, it's the Weasleys."

Sedrell was excommunicated from the clan, just like everyone else, because she married Septimus Weasley—Ron's grandfather.

"So, Harry and Ron are both related to Malfoy."

Sherlock said thoughtfully.

"what?"

Harry looked at his friend in surprise and asked, puzzled:

"It's one thing that Ron is related to Malfoy, but how come even I am..."

"Don't forget, you are Sirius's godson."

Sherlock smiled and said, "From this perspective, you and Malfoy really are cousins."

As for Ron… he’s Malfoy’s uncle… well, so you’re Ron’s nephew.”

Harry: (ーー゛)
"It's okay, you don't need to worry about these things."

Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder and laughed, "I haven't told you yet, but actually, there are other Black family members who married into the Potter family."

So even if I'm not your godfather, you're still related to Malfoy.

By all accounts, we're cousins.

Harry: (╬◣д◢)「

At this moment, poor Harry's mind was a complete mess.

This is too chaotic to explain.

At this moment, Sirius also turned and left the tapestry, putting his hands in his pockets.

This gesture might seem greasy on someone else, but on him it looks handsome and dashing.

"To be honest, I really don't want to go back here."

As he spoke, he walked towards the other end of the living room, saying, "I never thought I would come back."

After hearing Sirius's words, Harry temporarily put aside his complicated relationship with Sirius.

He could completely understand Sirius.

If he hadn't improved his relationship with the Dursleys, he probably would have felt the same way Sirius Black did now, even though he thought he could escape No. 4 Privet Drive forever when he grew up and ended up living there again.

"I'm sorry," Harry said quickly, realizing the situation. "I didn't expect it to turn out this way."

"What are you saying, you little brat!"

Sirius stopped and tapped Harry lightly on the forehead:
“What I mean is, if it were just me, I definitely wouldn’t have come back—but things are different now.”

He looked at Harry tenderly and said softly, "From now on, I am no longer alone."

Hearing Sirius's heartfelt words, Harry couldn't help but give his godfather a hug:
"You're right, from now on you're no longer alone."

Harry's action surprised Sirius.

He patted Harry on the back a couple of times, somewhat embarrassed, before letting out a short, shrill laugh:

"It's good as it is now. You have a group of friends who care about you and love you. Their parents happen to be my old friends, and they can even help us tidy up this house."

The only ones who might be unhappy are my parents, if they knew that the house would ultimately be inherited by this spendthrift son of theirs…

"And your little brat."

Harry added with a straight face.

Sirius was immediately amused, and just as he was about to say something, he heard Mrs. Holmes call out:

"Hurry up, you guys, or there won't be any food left."

Despite having eaten quite a bit for lunch, Ron still maintained a formidable fighting spirit during dessert.

When Sherlock, Harry, and Hermione obediently walked towards her, Mrs. Holmes's smile grew even more benevolent.

The guests originally planned to leave in the afternoon.

However, 12 Grimmauld Place was even more interesting than expected, so after discussing it, we decided to stay until after dinner before leaving.

Fortunately, both the Holmes family and the Granger family lived in Greater London, not far from Grimmauld Place.

The Holmes family arrived on foot, and they planned to return on foot as well.

The Granger family lived a little further away, but they had driven there anyway, so it wasn't a problem.

The Weasleys, on the other hand, remained there.

The kind-hearted Mrs. Weasley offered to help Harry and Sirius clean the old house.

Anyway, both this place and the hut are connected to the Filo network, so going back will only take a few minutes.

This decision made Harry, Sirius, and the Weasley family even happier.

"Sherlock, Hermione, come back here to play again when you have time!"

Harry, Ron, and Ginny went out together to see the Holmes family and the Granger family off before reluctantly returning.

"Harry's godfather is a good person."

Mr. Holmes remarked with considerable emotion.

Mrs. Holmes nodded. "Yes, he truly cares for Harry, especially his mother..."

Seeing Mrs. Holmes frown, Mr. Holmes smiled:
“I just talked to him about this, and he said his mother is a pure bloodline believer and doesn’t like wizards from Muggle families like Sherlock and Hermione.”

To be precise, the entire Black family shared this mindset.

Harry's godfather was an outlier, which is why he seemed so out of place in the family.

"So that's it."

Mrs. Holmes nodded, then glanced at Hermione, who was talking to her son, her eyes filled with affection.

Magic is wonderful!

While Mycroft was in school, Mrs. Holmes was always worried about him.

It's fine when they're in elementary school, but talking about dating is a bit too early.

However, throughout high school and even college, Mycroft had no female friends, let alone a girlfriend.

As he watched his classmates bring their female classmates home one by one, Mrs. Holmes became increasingly uneasy.

Especially now that she has this job, Mrs. Holmes sees even less hope for Mycroft's marriage.

Because of the significant age gap between the two brothers, and learning from Mycroft's experience, Mrs. Holmes kept a close eye on her younger son when he was in elementary school. She discovered that he shared the same attitude towards women as his older brother.

It's easy to imagine that when Sherlock goes to middle school or even college, he will most likely repeat his brother's life trajectory.

This really worried the mother.

At this critical moment, an owl suddenly wandered in, completely changing the family's life.

Before this, Mrs. Holmes could never have imagined that a little girl could develop such a childhood sweetheart relationship with her son.

And there's more than one!
Magic is wonderful!

This prompted Holmes to make the same remark once again.

However, amidst her joy, she also encountered new worries.

Hermione has her good points, and Gemma has hers too. It's really hard to choose between two such excellent girls!
"It's okay, they still have time."

Mr. Holmes saw through his wife's thoughts, put his arm around her waist, and said, "It's good enough as it is now."

Yes, it's already very good.

Unlike the Holmes couple, Mr. Granger frowned deeply the entire time he saw his daughter talking to Sherlock.

He endured it again and again, but seeing that his daughter had no intention of leaving, he finally could not bear it any longer:

"Hermione, it's time to get in the car!"

"Oh, honey, just let them chat a little longer!"

Mrs. Granger said with some dissatisfaction, "It's understandable that they're reluctant to part after all the hard work of seeing each other!"

"They see each other every day at school!"

Mr. Granger said with a dark face, "It's been almost four months, and we've only been meeting with them for a week."

After her husband said that, Mrs. Granger thought about it and realized that it made sense, so she didn't say anything more this time.

After reluctantly saying goodbye to Sherlock, an excited Hermione returned to the car and sat in the back with Mrs. Granger.

"Honey, what exactly are you talking about with Sherlock?"

Mrs. Granger asked curiously, "Ever since you met him today, you've been so excited, like a chattering little bird."

Hermione blushed slightly at her mother's teasing, "No way..."

"So you can be shy after all!"

Without turning his head, Mr. Granger, who was driving, said, "If I hadn't called you, were you not planning on going home?"

"Dad, it's not like that at all!"
I was just discussing something with Sherlock—if you keep spouting nonsense like that, I'm not going to talk to you anymore!

Faced with his daughter's threats, Mr. Granger kept shaking his head.

Mrs. Granger then took Hermione's hand and spoke to her in a low voice.

Sherlock and his friends' first enjoyable gathering came to an end.

It was a win-win situation, and everyone hoped that there would be more gatherings like this.

Harry, as the owner, thought so too.

Anyway, this house is big enough to be a perfect place for friends to have gatherings.

Once he's thoroughly cleaned the house, he's going to throw another party and invite even more friends over.

Well, this time we should invite Qiu Zhang—Sirius said he really wants to meet her.

And then there's Gemma and Luna—Sherlock certainly won't call them—so he'll have to do it himself.

Oh, and Neville and Dean, you can invite my two roommates too.

If Qiu Zhang's friends are also willing, they can be invited over as well.

Just as Harry was counting on his fingers whether the old house could hold so many people, Sirius asked curiously:
"Harry, what are you doing?"

"I'm wondering how many people this place can accommodate?"

When asked by his godfather, Harry answered honestly, "I want to invite more friends over."

"Ha ha!"

Seeing Harry's expression, Sirius laughed out loud.

"Just call people over. Even if you call the entire grade, I'll find a way to make sure they have fun!"

Harry nodded heavily.

Isn't this the home I've been longing for?

Sirius was also relieved to see Harry like this.

It seems that the Blake family's old house at 12 Grimmauld Place still serves some purpose after all.

For the next period of time, the entire Weasley family pitched in to help Sirius and his father clean the room.

They worked very hard; it took them a whole day just to disinfect the living room.

Then there was the glass cabinet in the living room, filled with all sorts of strange and bizarre dark magic items.

This is also a difficult task, and it fully demonstrates the difference between how wizarding families clean and how Muggle families clean.

In a Muggle household, you can simply remove the items from this cabinet when you're organizing it, but you can't do that here.

Because many of the items in the cabinet were reluctant to leave the dusty shelves.

Even Sirius Black got a big bite out of a silver snuffbox.

Within seconds, the bitten hand was covered with an unsightly hard shell, as if it were wearing a rough brown glove.

A pair of tweezers with many legs crawled up Harry's arm like a spider when he wasn't looking.

When it tried to pierce Harry's skin, Sirius Black killed it by slapping it with a book.

There is also a seemingly ordinary music box.

As a result, when the hair was unscrewed and music was played, everyone became drowsy.

According to the Weasley twins, the glass case contained more items than Filch had confiscated.

Of course, they secretly took quite a lot when no one was looking.

"What do you want these things for?" Harry asked in surprise when he saw that they had even taken away the unconscious meerkats.

“We want to experiment with fox venom to develop our quick-acting skip-school candy,” Fred Weasley explained to Harry in a low voice.

“You know, we’re always doing some inventions,” George Weasley said.

Surprisingly, they also found a Merlin First Class Medal in a dusty box.

That was awarded to Sirius's grandfather as a reward for his contributions to the Ministry of Magic.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley both looked on with envy.

"That means he gave them a huge amount of gold."

Sirius said dismissively, throwing the medal into the trash bag.

This also made Harry understand why Sirius had dismissed Fudge's earlier mention of the Order of Merlin.

Aside from these minor hiccups, the spring cleaning went very smoothly.

However, just when everyone thought they could have one last big party before the holiday ended, something unexpected disrupted their plans.

(End of this chapter)