Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 424 The Savior's Clever Use of Psychological Tactics Causes Flint's Carelessness to Lose His Predecessor (Bonus Chapter for 2500 Average Subscriptions)

For Lucien Boll hitting Arya with a baseball bat and George Weasley retaliating against Lucien Boll with his elbow, Ms. Hodge did not hesitate to award each of them a penalty.

Wood once again demonstrated his top-class goalkeeping ability, making another brilliant save at this crucial moment.

"If this were a football match, a game like this would be impossible to continue because too many players have been sent off."

Hermione, watching the chaotic scene from the stands, said with a hint of helplessness, "They're just too brutal."

"Don't do that, Hermione, this isn't a Muggle sport!"

Ron, who came from a wizarding family, didn't care at all; he waved his arms excitedly.

"There's also the Quidditch World Cup this summer! Compared to those professional players, this little scene is nothing."

"Okay... I guess I'm just ignorant."

"Speaking of which, what I don't understand is why someone who's been sent off can't continue playing?"

Ron asked curiously, "Last time I watched a game at Sherlock's house, when a Red Bull player fouled out, there were always substitutes to fill in!"

"Red Bull?"

Hermione paused, wondering what kind of competition she was watching.
Dean, the basketball enthusiast, reacted quickly and immediately replied:

"Ron, you must be talking about the Bulls, right?"

"Yes, yes, it's a bull, not a red bull!"

Seamus sighed: "Ron, basketball is not the same as football."

In a basketball game, each team only has five players. When a player is fouled out, a substitution is necessary; otherwise, how can a four-on-five game be played?
However, in football, each team has eleven players. If someone is sent off with a red card, the game continues with one less player.

Dean added, "If one side is reduced to only seven players, they will be forced to forfeit."

“That sounds complicated,” Ron said, frowning. “Quidditch is much simpler.”

Neville, standing to the side, nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes."

"Sherlock, you don't seem nervous at all?"

Seeing Sherlock seemingly lost in thought and oblivious to their conversation, Hermione couldn't help but ask curiously, "Aren't you worried?"

"Worry?"

Sherlock chuckled and shook his head. "With Harry's flying skills, plus the speed of the Firebolt..."

Unless he did it on purpose, there was simply no way anyone else could catch him.

"so……"

Hermione's eyes lit up when she heard Sherlock's words.

Because he saw Harry flying intently toward Slytherin, with Malfoy close behind him.

According to Sherlock, Harry was clearly fishing!

Harry was indeed fishing.

Not long ago, he discovered the Golden Snitch.

The mischievous little fellow was flashing beneath a Gryffindor gatepost.

However, the score difference between the two sides is not yet more than fifty points, so he cannot go to catch the Golden Snitch.

Not only can't they arrest him, they can't let Malfoy arrest him either.

Therefore, the best solution is to simply prevent him from discovering the Golden Snitch.

Thinking of what Qiu Zhang had done to him in the last match, Harry frowned and a plan came to mind.

He suddenly appeared completely focused, abruptly turned the fire crossbow, and charged swiftly toward Slytherin.

Malfoy followed almost without hesitation.

Just as Harry thought, Malfoy had the same idea as Cho Chang.

It's always easier to keep an eye on such a big person than on a tiny golden thief.

Moreover, Malfoy had already suffered a loss in that match against Ravenclaw.

Comet 260's performance was inferior to his Nimbus 2001, and even with Qiu Zhang taking the lead, he still failed to catch the Golden Snitch.

Now that Harry and his Firebolt have gained the upper hand, he certainly won't be able to catch up.

So without saying a word, he flew over there.

Not only Malfoy, but the rest of Slytherin were fooled as well.

Actually, you can't really say you were tricked. You went all out to the other side of the field, so naturally they had to react.

First, Perigin Derek swatted a wandering ball at Harry with a stick.

Harry was prepared; he maintained his forward momentum and tilted his head slightly, and the ball flew past his left ear.

Then, with another whoosh, the second ball was hit by another batter, Lucien Boll.

This time Harry couldn't dodge it and it grazed his elbow.

In that short delay, Perikin and Lucien had already flanked him from both sides and were flying towards him.

Two tall batters blocked Harry's path and were getting closer and closer to him.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw the two men grinning at him as they raised their baseball bats.

"Be bold!"

"How dare you!"

Seeing that the two were planning to openly attack Harry with baseball bats just like before, the family and friends in the stands shouted and stood up.

In the shadows of a corner where no one was watching, a large black dog began to bark wildly.

Sherlock quickly pressed Hermione down again, saying, "Calm down."

Hermione said urgently, "But they..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud crash was heard as Perikin and Lucien collided head-on.

Fortunately, their legs were still tightly gripping the flying broom, and the Nimbus 2001's performance was indeed powerful enough, otherwise they would have fallen.

However, seeing the two of them holding their heads and swaying as they separated, remaining frozen in mid-air, everyone knew how intense the impact had been.

"Harry, well done!"

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the stadium.

Just now, Harry demonstrated his flying skills to the limit.

Just a second before he was sandwiched between two Slytherin batters, he abruptly turned his Firebolt around and launched himself into the air.

Perry and Lucien clearly hadn't expected Harry to pull this stunt.

The two were unable to dodge in time and collided directly, producing that terrifying loud bang.

"Ha! Haha! Hahaha!"

Lee Jordan couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"What a pity, buddy!"
To defeat the fire arrows, you should get up even earlier!

Gryffindor has the ball again, and Angelina is holding the Quaffle.

Flint followed closely beside her—poking his eye, Angelina!
Just kidding, Professor, I was just kidding.

Oh no! Flint bumped into Angelina and took the ball from her!

Watch out, Wood, hold on—!

However, Flint finally scored this time.

With his goal, Slytherin finally earned his first ten points of the day.

A cheer erupted from Slytherin's side.

"Flint, I'll fuck you..."

Lee Jordan was about to unleash a torrent of abuse when he caught a glimpse of Professor McGonagall beside him. He quickly swallowed the crucial word and changed his words to:

"...I believe this is a serious foul!"

Actually, Flint's collision was a legitimate one and not a foul.

However, his actions exceeded the normal limits, leaving him in a situation where punishment was optional.

But Ms. Hodge did not issue a penalty, which is why Lee Jordan wanted to swear.

With Flint's goal, Slytherin had a chance to gain an edge. However, this did not change the overall dynamics of the match.

After Katie broke through the goal under immense pressure, the Weasley twins swung their bats around her to protect her and prevent retaliation from the Slytherin players.

As a result, Katie was saved, but Perrykin and Lucien, who had just been tricked by Harry and had now recovered, took the opportunity to hit the two Loitering balls towards Wood.

Even a goalkeeper as good as Wood didn't expect such a turn of events on the field.

The two roaming balls hit his stomach one after the other.

Fortunately, he was physically strong. He rolled in the air and gripped the broom tightly, but he looked like he was having difficulty breathing.

Enraged, Ms. Hodge rushed over, screaming at Perigin and Lucien:

"The Quaffle is not in the scoring zone, and you cannot attack the goalkeeper—Gryffindor penalty!"

Angelina then converted the penalty, widening the gap between the two teams once again.

Several more fouls occurred between the two sides, resulting in free throws for each other.

During this process, Wood was in superb form, managing to save Slytherin's free throws three times in a row.

By this time, the Gryffindor fans were almost hoarse from shouting.

As both teams scored, Gryffindor had taken a sixty-point lead.

If Harry catches the Snitch now, they can win the game and lift the trophy.

At that moment, Harry could almost feel hundreds of eyes staring at him.

He circled the field high in the air, and Malfoy chased after him desperately.

Just then, he finally saw the Golden Snitch again.

Excellent! Malfoy will have no chance to stop himself.

Without saying a word, he clamped his legs together, and the fire crossbow bolt suddenly accelerated.

Harry felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest; he could hear the wind whistling in his ears.

However, for some reason, the fire arrows suddenly slowed down, and there were shouts from the audience.

what's the situation?
Harry turned around and was instantly enraged.

Flint appeared out of nowhere and was now grabbing the tail of the fire bolt, pulling it back with all his might.

"Flint, I..."

Harry isn't Lee Jordan, after all; he doesn't have the talent for swearing, and there are some things he just can't bring himself to say.

However, he was indeed so angry that he wanted to punch Flint, but unfortunately he couldn't reach him.

Flint was also out of breath from the effort.

Fire bolts can accelerate to 150 miles per second in ten seconds, and that's no joke.

Even though he was tall, strong, and powerful, it still took him a lot of effort to do that.

"penalty!
Gryffindor free throw!

I've never seen anything like it done before!

Ms. Huo Qi screamed and rushed forward.

Flint, looking completely unconcerned, slowly glided back to his Nimbus 2001.

Let's just have a free throw.

His eyes gleamed with malice; his goal had been achieved, and the golden thief had vanished again.

Flint, I'll fuck your mother!

Lee Jordan couldn't hold back any longer. He roared into the microphone and jumped out of Professor McGonagall's reach to continue his tirade:

"You shameless scoundrel, you despicable, vile bastard, fuck you—"

He used very foul language, but he couldn't hold it in any longer, so he was willing to get it off his chest even if it meant being scolded by Professor McGonagall.

However, this time Professor McGonagall did not reprimand Jordan.

Even she was shaking her fist and shouting angrily in Flint's direction.

She certainly wouldn't use as many vulgarities as Lee Jordan, but her punches were so forceful that her hat even fell off.

The entire audience erupted in boos.

As Ms. Hodge said, they had never seen such despicable, vile, and filthy tactics before.

Even Slytherin's own people turned their heads away, unable to bear to look.

It's so ugly!

Professor Severus Snape's face turned ashen.

He looked as if someone had stuffed a piece of dung into his mouth.

Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and the others all angrily shouted:

"mean!"

"shameless!"

"It's so shameless!"

Unlike the others, Sherlock clasped his hands together, rested his chin on his hand, and turned his gaze away from the large black dog that Sirius had transformed into, calmly saying:

"Slytherin has run out of tricks. As long as Gryffindor can keep their composure, victory is just around the corner."

Hearing Sherlock's analysis, the group of friends finally regained their composure.

While Arya was taking the free throw for Gryffindor, Flint yelled at Malfoy:
"Draco, you keep a close eye on him!"

Next time he beats you to it again, you know what to do, right?

Malfoy frowned.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that his close teammates' current behavior was somewhat ugly.

On the contrary, Harry, whom he used to hate to the extreme, now seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

"understood."

Malfoy nodded.

Harry noticed this scene, and thinking about Sherlock and Gemma's comments about Malfoy, and recalling that Malfoy hadn't joined the other Slytherins in mocking him that morning, a thought struck him.

Taking advantage of Flint's distraction, Harry rode the Firebolt to Malfoy's vicinity.

"Potter, what are you doing?"

Malfoy noticed Harry's actions and frowned as he spoke.

"Malfoy, you don't want your family to be disgraced by such despicable means, do you?"

Malfoy: (ー`ー)
There's something strange about the way Potter talks!

"Draco Malfoy, a descendant of the Twenty-Eight Holy Pure-Blood Families, possessing exceptional flying talent, and Malfoy, the top student of Slytherin..."

To stoop so low as to win in such an unsportsmanlike manner, tsk tsk..."

Harry didn't realize that his tone and posture were exactly like Sherlock's.

But Malfoy clearly noticed, so he immediately interrupted Harry:
"Enough, Potter, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"How about a fair duel with me?"

Harry's green eyes met Malfoy's grey eyes as he offered a suggestion that was hard for Malfoy to refuse:

"If I spot the Golden Snitch again, I'll tell you its location, and we'll go catch it together and settle things once and for all!"

Harry did not ask Malfoy to tell him when he found the Golden Snitch.

On the one hand, people feel that Malfoy seems to have changed, but after all, old habits die hard, and it is unrealistic to expect him to change all at once.

On the other hand, he had ample confidence that he would be able to find the Golden Snitch before Malfoy.

Harry made this suggestion to Malfoy not only because he felt that Malfoy's behavior was different from before and that he might actually be persuaded, but also mainly because he was influenced by Sherlock.

At this moment, Sherlock's words echoed in his ears:

"Remember, never have the mentality of fighting with others; the only one you need to defeat is yourself."

If he can persuade Malfoy to change his mind, then all he needs to do is defeat himself.

(End of this chapter)