Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 425 Kiss and Tears

Malfoy looked at Harry in surprise.

Often, the person who understands you best is not your friend, but your enemy.

So Malfoy knew perfectly well that Harry wasn't joking with him.

However, he still asked one question:
"Potter, are you serious?"

"Of course, as long as you don't do anything as unsightly as Flint."

But you're a member of the Malfoy family!
I think it's beneath me to associate with such simple-minded people.

Harry gave Flint a disdainful look as he spoke.

At that moment, Malfoy suddenly realized that Harry was absolutely right.

"it is good!"

He nodded. "I accept."

"a wise decision."

Harry smiled slightly, then rode away on his Firebolt.

Malfoy stared at Harry's retreating figure, his expression complex.

As Lee Jordan's commentary began, the game restarted:
"Angelina Johnson has caught the Quaffle for Gryffindor!"
Go Angelina, go for it!

Harry looked in the direction of the sound and saw that, apart from Malfoy who was closely following him, every member of the Slytherin was rushing towards Angelina.

Even the Slytherin goalkeeper rushed out.

Clearly, they all wanted to stop her and prevent Gryffindor from extending their lead.

Before the Golden Snitch could be discovered, Harry felt he needed to do something.

He took a deep breath, aimed at his target, and without saying a word, turned his fire crossbow and charged towards the Slytherin members.

At that moment, Harry lay completely on the broom handle, shooting out of the gun like a bullet.

Upon seeing this, the Slytherin players exclaimed and moved aside, making way for Angelina.

"Well done! Gryffindor's Seeker Potter cleared the way for Angelina!"

Excellent! Angelina didn't let Porter down, she scored!
Gryffindor leads 100 to 20!

Harry almost made it onto the stands.

However, thanks to his skillful technique and the excellent braking ability of the fire crossbow, he managed to stop the broom while gliding in mid-air and turn around to rush back to the center.

At that very moment, Malfoy suddenly shouted, "Potter!"

Harry suddenly turned his head and saw Malfoy diving down, a victorious expression on his face.

Below him, a few feet above the lawn, there was a tiny golden glint.

It's here! The Golden Snitch!

Harry was surprised that Malfoy would actually warn him when he discovered the Golden Snitch.

Although his actions were so obvious that the reminder seemed meaningless.

But this still made Harry realize Malfoy's change.

Besides, Malfoy was much closer to the Golden Snitch than he was, so his shout probably had a hint of showing off.

He was trying to tell Harry that he was going to win.

Harry, of course, wouldn't give up.

If we give up now, the competition will be over prematurely.

Thinking of this, he urged the fire crossbow bolts to accelerate his dive.

The words Sherlock said to him before the match echoed in his ears:

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

At this moment, Harry no longer saw Malfoy, nor his opponents and teammates on the field.

His eyes were fixed on the tiny golden thief and a single, intense thought:

Chase it, catch it!
The two balls, which had been moving around, were hit one after the other, just like before.

However, Harry's behavior at this moment was completely different from before; he felt as if everything around him had slowed down.

He crouched on the broom handle and easily dodged the first one.

With a gentle flick of the broom, the second one was easily avoided.

With ease and confidence.

Harry dodged the ball's attack.

Harry caught up to Malfoy's feet.

Harry and Malfoy were neck and neck.

Malfoy was taken aback.

What's going on? Why is he going around the corner so fast?!
Even so, he still wore a victorious smile.

Because the Golden Snitch is already very close.

Malfoy reached forward with his right hand and extended his left hand to block Harry.

"Potter, you're finished!"

Malfoy smiled confidently.

I can finally defeat Harry fair and square!

I couldn't resist taking a quick glance at Harry.

He was taken aback by Harry's expression after just one glance.

Because Harry's face was tense and his eyes were fixed straight ahead, it seemed as if his eyes were only on the Golden Snitch.

A person who truly wants to win will not have a smile on their face.

To Malfoy's even greater shock, Harry simultaneously released his broomstick and used it to brace against his arms.

To Malfoy's utter surprise, he discovered that Harry was incredibly strong and powerful!
The opponent used only his right arm to firmly subdue him.

Why, why is he so strong?

"Do not--!"

Malfoy cried out in despair.

next moment.

"Caught!"

Harry sat bolt upright, raising his right hand high above his head in his signature victory celebration gesture.

He clutched the small golden ball tightly in his hand, flapping its wings in despair.

Harry remained in that position, flying high above the crowd, the strange buzzing sound still ringing in his ears.

The whole place was excited.

Wood was the quickest to react; his eyes blurred with tears, he rushed over, hugged Harry's neck, and buried his face in his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

Harry felt two heavy impacts, and Fred and George pounced on him.

Then came the voices of Angelina, Aria, and Katie: "We won the trophy! We won the trophy!"

During this process, both cheeks were kissed many times by the three girls.

Many arms were clasped together, the Gryffindor players hugged each other tightly, shouting hoarsely as they landed back on the ground.

At the same time, torrents of red rushed over the fence and into the stadium, and countless hands rained down on their backs.

In the chaos, Harry felt many voices and bodies pressing down on him, and then he and the other players were lifted high into the air by the crowd.

Harry, lifted high above, saw Hagrid, who was covered in bright red roses and weeping.

He saw Percy, who was now embracing Penelope, jumping up and down like madmen, completely forgetting his usual decorum.

And then there was Professor McGonagall, who was crying even harder than Hagrid, wiping her tears with a large Gryffindor banner. In some unnoticed corner, a large black dog straightened up and stood on its hind legs.

Qiu Zhang and Ginny were too excited to speak, they just looked at him and smiled.

Hermione and Ron stood next to Sherlock, trying to squeeze in Harry's direction.

However, the crowds at this moment were simply too crazy.

Hermione squeezed and tried for a long time, but she only managed to squeeze herself into Sherlock's arms.

In the end, they had no choice but to give up.

And then there's the most important person to Harry—Sherlock.

His expression was calm, but his gray eyes shone brightly.

Harry understood that his companion, who wasn't good at expressing his emotions, was probably just as happy as he was.

At this moment, apart from Sherlock, no one was paying attention to Slytherin anymore.

Sherlock looked to the other side of the field, where the seven Slytherin Quidditch players were all dejected and listless, as if all their strength had been drained. Even their captain, Marcus Flint, did not scold Malfoy anymore.

Professor Snape in the stands had an even more somber face, as if water were about to seep out.

This contrasted sharply with Professor McGonagall, who was also overcome with joy and wept.

And the two hundred or so people in the stands, while not as dejected as the Quidditch players, were equally listless.

Only Gemma and a handful of others had relatively normal expressions, which barely salvaged some face for Slytherin.

As the biggest contributor to the game, Harry was still lifted high by the crowd and carried to the stands while the other Quidditch players were put down.

The tall Headmaster Dumbledore stood there, holding the enormous Quidditch trophy in his hands, looking at Harry with a fatherly smile.

Captain Wood burst into tears when he received the trophy from Dumbledore.

But these days no one is laughing at him.

Three years, a full three years!
He finally got the Quidditch Cup he had always dreamed of.

The team members passed the trophy around one by one, and Harry was finally put down.

A sobbing Wood handed the Quidditch trophy to Harry.

Harry took the trophy and held it high.

The cheers for the crowd instantly resounded throughout the stadium.

Just then, two girls sneaked in.

Congratulations, Harry!

Cho Chang and Ginny talked, and then did something they had never done before:

They each hugged one of Harry's arms and kissed his cheek.

Despite the fact that Angelina, Arya, and Katie had just kissed Harry, Harry was still shaken.

Because he clearly sensed that Cho Chang and Ginny were different from his three female teammates.

He quickly looked at the two girls, only to see that their faces were covered in tears, but their smiles were exceptionally bright.

Kiss and tears, a sweet taste.

I am a moth drawn to the raging fire, and I will never regret it.

After several years, Gryffindor finally lifted the giant Quidditch Cup together once again.

This event was like a blazing fire, keeping the entire college excited for a full two weeks without waning.

The lion cubs exuded an aura of victory, and even the sky they looked up at seemed exceptionally blue, as if every ray of sunshine in the heavens was cheering them on.

During the day, Hogwarts Castle is bathed in the blazing sun, and warm steam rises from the stone pavement.

Such beautiful weather makes one want to grab a few pints of chilled pumpkin juice, stroll onto the neatly trimmed lawn, and plop down on it.

Perhaps you can also play a few rounds of Wizard Chess with your friends, watching the pieces wield their little swords and charge at each other.

Or perhaps you could sit by the Black Lake and watch the giant squid that lives there, its surface shimmering with a dreamy silver-blue glow, slowly swimming beneath the water's surface.
Unfortunately, these beautiful aspirations can only remain at the level of thought.

With final exams fast approaching, the young wizards, though yearning for the sunshine outside, can only obediently retreat into their castles, battling mountains of study materials in the library and common room.

Amidst this atmosphere thick with ink and tension, Sherlock led Harry down the spiral staircase to the headmaster's office.

"Please sit down!"

When Dumbledore saw Sherlock and Harry, his eyes lit up.

He waved his wand, and two glasses of pumpkin juice, emitting wisps of chill, slid down the smooth mahogany table.

Seeing this, Harry quickly said thank you and eagerly picked up the cup to take a big gulp.

The cool, sweet liquid slid down his throat, instantly dispelling the fatigue from studying and making him feel like he was finally able to relax from his tense state.

"It feels good to win the Quidditch Cup, doesn't it?"

Dumbledore stroked his silvery-white beard and asked with a smile, his blue eyes behind his glasses gleaming with a gentle light.

Harry nodded emphatically, and after a moment's thought, decided to tell the truth:
"If the Dementors had been nearby, I could have conjured up the best Guardian in the world."

"If Remus heard this, he would be very pleased—he often tells me how amazing your progress has been."

Dumbledore turned to Sherlock, a smile spreading across his bushy beard. "I've heard your Patronus is a lion?"

"Yes."

“Truly a little lion king,” Dumbledore laughed heartily, then looked at Harry, “And you, Harry?”

Harry blushed slightly at the mention of this and scratched his head a little embarrassedly:
"We can't see its exact appearance yet, but it should be an animal with four legs and a tail."

"Don't be discouraged. Being able to conjure a guardian deity with a physical form at your age is already a remarkable achievement."

Dumbledore encouraged gently, then his expression gradually turned serious, and his gaze shifted to Sherlock:
"You came here today because you're ready to deal with Horace's matter?"
"That's right, sir."

"You brought Harry along on your own, it seems we have the same idea."

"It's obvious."

Dumbledore suddenly sighed softly: "Sometimes, I feel like I'm being despicable."

“I think so too,” Sherlock replied without hesitation.

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Harry's eyes widened, and he almost spat out the pumpkin juice in his mouth.

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening into gentle creases: "What do you need me to do?"

"Just take us there."

Is that all?

"Yes, take us there, and you can find an excuse to leave. Leave the rest to us."

"Haha, I knew it was the right choice to entrust this matter to you."

"When do we leave, now?"

"No, no, Sherlock, June is almost here."

Dumbledore waved his hand, his tone becoming serious, "I cannot let this affect any student's normal studies; you must concentrate on preparing for the exams."

"So we have to wait until summer vacation?"

“Yes, Harry will have to stay on Privet Drive for at least a month, and then I will come to pick you up.”

"That sounds reasonable." Sherlock nodded slightly.

"Wait a minute! Please wait a moment!"

Seeing that the two of them had quickly settled things in a few words, Harry finally couldn't hold back and hurriedly spoke up:
"Sir, Sherlock, what do you mean by 'the time hasn't come yet'? Where are you taking me this time?"

Harry's face was full of confusion and anxiety, and even the fingers gripping the cup tightened.

"What...what are you talking about?"

(End of this chapter)