Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 442 Harry is really kind

Dumbledore spent more time at Sherlock's house than expected.

Because he was warmly received by the Holmes family.

Even a wizard as renowned as Dumbledore, one of the most prominent in the entire wizarding world, was somewhat powerless against Mrs. Holmes.

"I thought you would offer me something to drink, but now it seems that expectation was ridiculously pessimistic."

Dumbledore stopped at the intersection of King's Road and spoke to Sherlock.

He touched his belly, which was slightly swollen compared to when he arrived at Sherlock's house.

"I must say, Sherlock, your mother reminds me of Minerva from the Muggle world."

Dumbledore said with a wry smile, "You know, sometimes I'm even a little afraid of her."

If they didn't have other errands to run, Sherlock's parents would have even wanted to keep Dumbledore for dinner.

Even so, Dumbledore thoroughly enjoyed the dessert he had just eaten.

"Sir, I think it's because you have very poor self-control."

Sherlock bluntly stated, "I can't resist sweets."

"Pfft~"

Harry couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But then he realized that this was a bit rude, so he immediately stopped smiling and pretended to look around at the scenery.

Sirius Black, without so many reservations, immediately burst into laughter:
"Well said, Sherlock!"

That's how our dear headmaster was when we were in school.

Unexpectedly, twenty years later, he still looks exactly the same as he did back then.

Dumbledore gently shook his head, then turned to Sherlock and Harry:
"You guys definitely haven't passed the Apparition test yet, have you?"

Seeing that Sherlock had no intention of answering, Harry quickly said, "No, sir, I think you have to be seventeen years old."

“Very well, then you need to hold onto my arm tightly…”

"Wait a minute, Dumbledore!"

Sirius Black panicked upon hearing this. "What do you mean? You're planning to Apparate and take them to see Slughorn?"

"Yes."

Faced with Sirius's eagerness, Dumbledore appeared very easygoing, saying, "This is the most convenient and quickest way. Do you have any objections?"

"Of course!"

Sirius's eyes widened. "You're going to teleport them away in illusions, so what am I supposed to do? Just stand there and watch?"

"If you don't want to, you can close your eyes, Sirius."

"Pfft~"

Harry couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But then he realized that this was a bit rude, so he immediately stopped smiling and pretended to look around at the scenery.

"That's unreasonable!"

Sirius Black was instantly enraged. The familiar scene immediately made him think that Dumbledore was retaliating against him for his earlier mockery.

"I also need to go!"

“I don’t recall ever saying I would take you to visit Slughorn.”

"It's not too late to say it now."

"I'm sorry, Sirius, I don't think this is a suitable matter for you to participate in."

"Do you think it's okay just because you say it's not suitable?"

"It seems that this is correct at present."

"you……"

“Godfather, please don’t do this,” Harry said quickly when he saw that things were not going well. “Mr. Dumbledore must have his reasons for saying this.”

Sirius frowned as he looked at Dumbledore, then at Harry, who was staring at him with earnest eyes.

His heart softened immediately, and he turned to Sherlock: "Sherlock, what do you think?"

“I think Mr. Dumbledore is right; this is indeed not a matter for you to be involved in.”

The atmosphere at the scene immediately became extremely awkward.

Harry was shivering, his body covered in cold sweat and his hands and feet were ice-cold despite the hot weather.

Sirius Black and Sherlock are truly a pair: one dares to ask questions, and the other dares to speak out.

However, to Harry's surprise, Sirius Black didn't get angry after hearing Sherlock's words; instead, he seemed a little dejected.
"Alright, since even Sherlock says so, then I'll wait for you at Grimmauld Place."

Harry immediately understood; it seemed that Sherlock held a very high position in his godfather's eyes.

After saying this, Sirius looked at Dumbledore again:
“Sir Principal, since you are unwilling to let me help you, then please send them back after you have finished your business.”

"No need for that. I'll take Harry to the Burrow next."

Dumbledore was a man of refinement, and he addressed people in a slightly more elegant manner.

Unlike the Weasleys, he didn't call his place the Cavern; "The Weasleys invited Harry to spend the rest of the summer there."

"Are you kidding!"

Sirius's reaction this time was even stronger than before: "Why is Harry spending the summer at the Burrow? He should be back in Grimaple Place!"

“Because the Quidditch World Cup is just a few weeks away,” Dumbledore said calmly.

“Of course I know that,” Sirius said impatiently, “but what does that have to do with Harry going to stay with the Weasleys?”

"Perhaps they thought it would be more convenient for Harry to travel with them from the Burrow?"

Sirius Black turned his head. "Harry, do you know about this?"

“I don’t know,” Harry shook his head honestly. “Ron told me about the Quidditch World Cup before he went on holiday, but he hasn’t called me yet.”

"See, Harry has no idea about this at all."

Arthur and Molly want to take Harry away, they should at least ask for our opinion first…

Before the words were finished, a flapping sound of wings was heard.

An owl swayed and flew towards them.

Sherlock and Harry immediately recognized the Weasley owl as belonging to the Weasley family.

Errol.

He wobbled and flew onto Sirius's shoulder, seemingly exhausted.

Sirius frowned, took a piece of parchment from its leg, and read it aloud:
Dear Sirius:
I'm sure you already know that the Quidditch World Cup will be held the week after next.

This is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity – because Britain has been without a trophy for thirty years, and tickets are very hard to come by.

Arthur managed to get his hands on a few of the best tickets through his connections in the Department of Magical Sports.

Therefore, I sincerely invite you and Harry to go to the game together.

We heard that Professor Dumbledore was taking Sherlock and Harry on some business, so we asked him to send them to the Cave after he was done.

Of course, Ron, Ginny, and the entire Weasley family were eager for Harry to stay until the end of summer vacation.

Looking forward to seeing Harry soon. Your loyal Molly Weasley

P.S.: Please give our regards to Dumbledore and Sherlock!
After Sirius finished reading the letter, Harry noticed that Errol was huddled up in a ball, looking completely exhausted, and quickly explained:

"Erol is getting old and his physical strength is failing, which is why he arrived so slowly."

Last year, if it weren't for Hedwig and the school owl's help, it almost collapsed on the road and needed three whole days to recover.

After reading the letter, Sirius's expression softened.

After hearing Harry's explanation, he felt he had no reason to be angry anymore.

"I'm too old to keep up with all that."

He stroked Errol's feathers, a wry smile playing on his lips, and turned to Harry:

“The Burrow is indeed a nice place, and I completely understand if you want to live with them.”

At this point, Sirius lowered his voice slightly:

"But... um... let me think about it."

After last Christmas, I spent a lot of time tidying up Grimmauld Place. If you want a different kind of home…

Sherlock and Dumbledore exchanged a glance, then looked at Sirius with a half-smile, without saying a word.

Harry tilted his head and looked at his godfather: "You mean, I shouldn't go to the Burrow, and should stay in Grimmauld Place?"

"Of course, I don't think you would want that."

Seeing that Harry understood what he meant, Black immediately said:
“I can understand, after all, the humble abode is more lively.”

The Weasleys are so good to you, and Molly's cooking is so delicious.

I just feel that I—”

Sirius suddenly felt a little depressed.

Because he found that, apart from being Harry's godfather, he couldn't find anything else that could attract Harry and compete with the Weasleys.

At that moment, a thought even crossed his mind:
I wish I had a daughter as lovely as Cho Chang or Ginny.

"Godfather, what are you talking about?"

"Of course I'd like to live with you—just have the Weasleys come to Grimmauld Place when the Quidditch World Cup is around."

Sirius stared at Harry, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "You're willing, really?"

"Of course I do!"

Harry said firmly, “The Burrow is certainly lively, but I’m more comfortable here. Grimmauld Place is my home because you’re there.”

After saying that, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

Even though the other person is an adult, he still expects a little boy like me to comfort them.

It is simply the opposite of Tiangang.

Sirius's eyes welled up with tears.

He stared at Harry for a moment, then laughed.

His already handsome face made his smile even more infectious.

"Don't worry, Harry!"

Sirius said confidently, "I can find Quidditch World Cup tickets too, and even better than Arthur!"

After saying this, he couldn't help but look at Sherlock with gratitude.

It was with the help of the Holmes brothers that he was able to earn the Order of Merlin, First Class, and that gave him the confidence to demand better treatment from the Ministry of Magic.

"Alright, Dumbledore, Harry and Sherlock are in your hands now."

Completely relaxed, Sirius turned to Dumbledore, "Remember to take him to Grimmauld Place after you're done, not the Burrow. I'll write to Arthur and Molly to explain."

Without waiting for Dumbledore's reply, he turned to Sherlock:

"Sherlock, why don't you come too? It's been a long time since you've been a guest."

“Okay.” Sherlock nodded.

As Sirius Black watched Dumbledore disappear before his eyes with Harry and Sherlock amidst a series of crackling sounds, the smile on his face remained unchanged.

"The Quidditch World Cup... Looks like I'll have to make a trip to the Ministry of Magic."

When Sherlock regained his sight, he found himself in a village.

"Are you all alright? You need to get used to this feeling."

Dumbledore looked down at Sherlock and Harry with concern, but his main concern was Harry.

He discovered that Sherlock didn't seem to have changed much compared to his state before the phantom appeared.

Harry, on the other hand, was breathing heavily, seemingly still not used to the feeling.

"I'm fine, much better than last time."

Harry rubbed his ears, feeling as if they had reluctantly left King's Road. "But I still prefer flying on a broomstick."

"Last time?"

"When I went to Willingamo for the trial, Mr. Weasley also used Apparition to take me to the Ministry of Magic."

Is it Apparition?

Dumbledore smiled. "Given Arthur's personality, I thought he would get there by subway or something."

Harry thought to himself that if that were the case, missing their stop would be a minor issue; if he hadn't been keeping an eye on things, they might have even gotten on the wrong train.

"Is this Professor Slughorn's house?"

Sherlock looked around and found that the area was surprisingly nice, a picturesque little village.

"This is the place left by his deceased parents, where Horace has been enjoying his retirement since he was relieved of his teaching duties."

Back when he was still in school, this was where he would vacation during holidays; now it has become his permanent residence.

Upon hearing Dumbledore's introduction, Sherlock immediately realized, "It seems our professor is doing very well; I imagine he has a very rich stock of goods at home."

Dumbledore smiled:

“You’re right, Horace’s house not only has a cellar, but also a library.”

Over the years, in addition to visiting former members of the Slughorn Club, he has also frequently hosted parties at his home.

I have reliable information that he just returned from Paris yesterday and shouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

At this point, Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then took a small bottle from his pocket:

"Sherlock, would you like some of this before we go into the Horace house?"

"Felix Felicis?" Sherlock pulled a small bottle from his pocket. "I have some too."

Seeing this, Harry also took out a small bottle of the same type from his pocket. "I have one too."

Dumbledore looked at the two boys in surprise. "This is a work by Severus. How come you both have it?"

"A Christmas present from Professor Snape, as a thank you for finding the real murderer,"

“My Felix Felicis was also a gift from Professor Snape, a return gift of the photo of my mother and him that I gave him.”

Dumbledore: (。﹏。)
At that moment, the centenarian headmaster suddenly realized that his understanding of Hogwarts was not as comprehensive as he had imagined.

(End of this chapter)