Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 419 Now I'm going to taste Harry Potter for myself!

"Ms. Penelope pointed out the shared fatigue and the desire for the game to return."

Chairman Weasley, the prefects, and the Quidditch captain had no objections. Perhaps we should hear what the Lion King has to say?
His opinions were always constructive, no matter the time.

Gemma looked at Sherlock, their sea-blue and gray eyes meeting, a slight smile playing on her lips:

"Sherlock, what do you think?"

Although her words were an invitation, they carried a hint of playfulness.

Sherlock, Percy Weasley is from your house!
A simple matter has become complicated because of him. Aren't you going to do something about it?

Sherlock naturally noticed the expectant look in Gemma's eyes.

Although the two did not exchange any words, Sherlock and Gemma understood each other's intentions and recognized each other's.

An unspoken understanding began to flow in the air.

Gemma, by taking advantage of Penelope's mention of attrition and the competition's objectives, positioned Sherlock as the maintainer of order, thereby strengthening the logical persuasiveness and serving as the final word.

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone turned to look at Sherlock.

This situation made Percy feel awkward once again.

Why are you all staring at him?
Although it was indeed his suggestion that enabled Gryffindor to turn the tables and take the initiative, so what?
I'm the student council president, okay?

You guys really think a third-grade student is the Lion King?!
Isn't that just talk?
Unfortunately, everyone present knew perfectly well who Percy was.

Changing the venue was actually a way of taking care of him.

Now, naturally no one will consider his feelings anymore.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Sherlock slowly turned to Percy.

When Percy met Sherlock's grey eyes through his glasses, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Chairman Weasley, Gemma and Penelope have already made it very clear."

The root of this problem lies in chaos, exhaustion, and a loss of focus.

After saying this to Percy, Sherlock briefly glanced at the Slytherin group before continuing:

"It's pointless to continue arguing about who first threw out the curse or who tripped whom in the corridor."

Even though the other party has taken the initiative to ask for a ceasefire, you insist on refusing to agree and even intend to provoke a bigger dispute.

When that time comes, why not guess who will be the first person called to the principal's office to explain the out-of-control situation and the dereliction of duty?

Percy, who had been hoping to take the initiative in the meeting, broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his once straight back seemed to stiffen slightly.

broken!

I had only thought about using this conflict to demonstrate the authority and wisdom of the student council president, but I forgot about this part.

Being questioned by Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, and having his leadership abilities challenged—this was the scenario he feared most deep down.

Sherlock, of course, caught the subtle wavering and fear in Percy's eyes.

However, since he had already spoken, he wouldn't stand on ceremony with Percy and directly stated his conclusion:

"Stop the pointless fighting and focus on Quidditch itself."

This is the only way out at present, and it is also in everyone's best interest.

Accept it, and that's the end of it.

Rejecting it will have consequences for you and the entire Gryffindor community.

The choice may seem to be in your hands, but time is not on the side of chaos.

The teachers are remaining silent because they still have a little patience left, waiting for us rational students to solve the problem ourselves.

But what if this chaos continues? What will be the cost of this chaos?
Is it about locking up more people, delaying the Quidditch final? Or even... canceling it?

Gemma smiled.

She could certainly have said those words of Sherlock's as well.

But even if she were the student council president, the same words she uttered would not carry the same weight as those spoken by an ordinary Gryffindor.

What's more, the other party is Sherlock Holmes?

Sure enough, upon hearing Sherlock's words, Percy, who was already somewhat restless, felt as if a cold water had been poured over him, and couldn't help but shiver.

“Sherlock, you are a Gryffindor…”

Upon hearing this, Gemma frowned.

I thought to myself, you're supposed to be the student council president, how come you talk like someone like Marcus Flint?
That's so cheap!
However, before Percy could finish speaking, Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint, the two Quidditch captains, shouted at the same moment:

"no!"

"Absolutely not!"

Upon hearing Sherlock say that the Quidditch final might be canceled, both of them panicked—after all, something like this had just happened last year, and no one could guarantee that it wouldn't be perfectly replicated this year.
"I think this is fine, Weasley!"

Wood first said something to Percy, then turned to Flint and said resentfully:
"Keep your men in check, and we'll see who's the best on the field!"

“Fine,” Flint replied with a sneer, “You’re all going to lose anyway!”

Seeing that the two Quidditch captains had already made their decisions independently, Percy's stubborn flush quickly faded, leaving only a pale face and a hint of embarrassment after the consequences had been thoroughly exposed.

He opened his mouth, intending to say a few polite words.

But under Sherlock's gaze and in his imagination of holding Professor McGonagall accountable, all that remained was silence.

He finally nodded with difficulty, his lips moving, but the sound caught in his throat. "I..."

He cleared his throat again, finally regaining some of the demeanor of a student council president.

Percy turned to Gemma, trying to make his voice sound calm and authoritative:

"Ahem... Sherlock's analysis makes a lot of sense."

Since President Farley has made Slytherin's stance and determination to restrain them clear, then as the student council president... I agree—to end the current state of conflict.

All harassment targeting Quidditch players and involving violations must cease immediately.

Any violation will be dealt with according to school rules by the class leaders, without exception!

Upon hearing Percy's earnest concluding statement, Gemma gave a polite but detached smile:
“A wise choice, Weasley Prefect.”

Penelope breathed a sigh of relief and gently patted Percy on the back.

This made Percy feel a little better; after all, there were still people supporting him.

At this moment, Gemma's gaze swept across the entire scene, especially lingering on the people in her own camp:

"I think everyone heard clearly this time, right?"

Flint, I don't want to hear any more negative news between now and the start of the match.

Despite Gemma's somewhat cold tone, Flint found it surprisingly comfortable to be treated this way, and deep down he wished she would scold him a few more times.

However, on the surface, he still appeared reluctant.

"We Slytherins always keep our word—Draco, let's go!"

After saying that, he snorted heavily and turned to leave.

Malfoy followed closely behind, his pale face displaying a complex expression.

The classroom door opened, and Flint and Malfoy were the first to walk out. The crowd gathered at the door looked at each other in surprise.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch players stood closest to the doorway.

Upon seeing this, the Slytherin members asked one after another:
"Marcus, what's going on?"

"Captain, how did your talks go?"

"Draco, what was the result?"

Malfoy suddenly realized that he actually really enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.

In particular, Flint seemed to be still immersed in the conversation and showed no intention of speaking.

Although the one asking the question was a Slytherin student, everyone was watching him intently, waiting for him to speak.

Malfoy's pale face gradually flushed red; this was the first time in his life he had received more attention than Harry.

Now I'm going to have a taste of Harry Potter!
He coughed lightly, and when he saw that everyone's attention was on him, he became even more excited:
"It's been agreed that all current conflicts must cease before the competition officially begins, and everyone should focus on preparing for the competition."

Upon hearing this news, the vast majority of lion cubs and eaglets breathed a sigh of relief.

The little badgers who ran over to watch the fun did the same.

The excitement of fighting was replaced by a strange sense of bewilderment, a feeling of being subdued by a stronger rationality.

Of course, there are also people like the Weasley twins who feel regret.

It's a real shame that such excellent experimental conditions are no longer available—small-scale experiments are never enough; real-world testing is the best environment for evaluation.

If I had known this would happen, I should have provided more props during this period.

However, he had already earned a lot of Galleons by selling magic tricks during this time, and also taught those little snakes a lesson. This was a worthwhile trade.

Then the other people in the classroom came out one by one.

"Is that so, Percy?"

"Chairman Farley, is it really time for a ceasefire?"

Everyone started asking questions all at once.

Percy coughed and immediately began to explain in a formal, official manner:
"Through my own and Chairman Gemma's tireless efforts..."

Malfoy, interrupted, glared at him angrily: 凸ˋ_ˊ#
The Weasleys are really annoying!

Harry then walked over to Hermione and Ron and briefly explained what had just happened.

At that moment, he also noticed Qiu Zhang in the crowd; she was still stunningly beautiful.

Cho Chang noticed Harry's gaze and immediately returned it with a smile.

Ginny, who was watching Harry from a short distance away, couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

Are we going to lose another chance to have a legitimate and open encounter with Harry?

This won't do. I'm already a grade below Harry, so I have to think of a way.

When the topic turned to finding a solution, she couldn't help but look towards her friend Luna.

Although Luna is usually a bit eccentric, she's always reliable when it counts, so she should be able to help me come up with an idea.

Then she noticed that Luna was staring blankly at the ceiling, her eyes glazed over, as if everything around her was completely irrelevant to her.

Ginny: "..."

Unbeknownst to Ginny, Cho Chang, standing next to Luna, could even hear the whispered singing:
"The harassing horsefly has finally flown away—"

Qiu Zhang: "..."

(End of this chapter)