Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 463 There are still experts?
According to an elderly resident who wished to remain anonymous:
High emotional intelligence – the Ministry of Magic is full of talented people.

Low emotional intelligence—the Ministry of Magic is a complete shoddy operation.

From a normal person's perspective, what is the most important thing when organizing a major event?
Safety!

Safety!

It's still the safest!
Drafting event proposals, developing emergency plans, and ensuring personnel safety should always be the top priorities.

As for whether the event can be held smoothly—please, if you can't even guarantee the most basic safety, it means that the organizers are simply not capable of organizing the event.

Forget about it, just wait to die.

So when Arthur Weasley says something like, "Someone has always been a bit careless about security, but because he's a former national team member, there's no one more passionate than him to head the Department of Sport," Sherlock finds it hilarious.

The statement "The Ministry of Magic is full of talented people" is actually ironic.

Harry and Hermione, who knew Sherlock's personality best, understood his meaning. They exchanged a smile, and everything was understood without words.

Unfortunately, Mr. Weasley didn't seem to realize the deeper meaning behind Sherlock's words, and subconsciously nodded:
“Indeed, Sherlock, if you knew the Ministry of Magic, you would find that there are many talented people there, and they speak very pleasantly…”

Then they started introducing it in a very detailed way.

Pisgood chimed in.

Sherlock: (ー`ー)
Next, Arthur Weasley and Arnold Pisgood, outstanding employees of the Ministry of Magic, along with Sirius Black, who was full of disdain for the Ministry of Magic, and the young wizards led by Sherlock, walked through the mist-shrouded ground.

As Mr. Roberts, the Muggle, just said, there are far too many people gathered here.

This forced them to laboriously navigate between two long rows of tents, making it difficult for them to move quickly.

"It's clear that the owners of these tents have put in some effort to make them look like Muggle tents."

Sirius commented as they walked, "But those few hats over there seem a bit too much, Harry?"

Although Sirius Black is a pure-blood wizard, he has a very positive attitude towards Muggles—which is precisely why he was ostracized by the Black family.

His best friend was James Potter, who in turn had a Muggle-born wife named Lily.

Because of this relationship, he knew far more about Muggles than Arthur Weasley and Arnold Pisgood.

Therefore, it is easy to spot the problem.

“No way, I think this is perfectly normal!” Arthur Weasley said.

“Yes, it’s a very pretty decoration, isn’t it?” Arnold Pisgood said.

Following Sirius's gaze, Sherlock, Harry, and Hermione, the three young wizards raised in Muggle families, immediately understood what it meant to overdo it.

Because those tents were even decorated with chimneys, bell ropes, or weather vanes—decorations that normal people would never install.

Sherlock immediately gave an affirmative answer: "Sirius, you've found the blind spot."

However, in Sherlock's view, such decorations at least showed that their owners were trying to make them more like Muggles, but they were just going too far.

But there were a few tents that looked like they'd been deliberately enchanted, as if they were afraid people wouldn't know they were different from everyone else.

"No wonder that Muggle was suspicious..."

As employees of the Ministry of Magic, Pisgood and Mr. Weasley shook their heads repeatedly at the sight; even they found it hard to watch this time.

Because there was a particularly conspicuous tent in the center of the venue.

First, it used a great deal of striped silk in an extremely extravagant manner.

It's no exaggeration to say that it's decorated like a small palace—this isn't even the best way to flaunt wealth.

In addition, there were even several live peacocks tied to the ground at the entrance of the tent.

A little further ahead, there was another tent set up in the shape of a four-story building, with several corner towers next to it.

That's not all; there's also a garden in front of one of the tents, complete with a bird bath, sundial, fountain, and everything else.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow at this, but offered no comment.

Harry and Hermione were dumbfounded.

The four Weasley children, however, seemed completely unfazed.

"It's always like this."

Mr. Weasley, having regained his composure, smiled and addressed the crowd:
"Whenever people get together, some people can't help but want to show off."

Ah, we've arrived. Look, this is our tent.

They had now reached the edge of the woods at the end of the field, where there was an open space with a small sign stuck in the ground.

Wezley

"Ah, it seems my name has been mixed up, but it doesn't matter, this place is absolutely perfect!"

Arthur didn't care at all about becoming Mr. Weasley; on the contrary, he excitedly said:
"This happens all the time. Look, the court is just over there in the woods, it's so close you can't get any closer."

"It's really good."

Sirius commented briefly, then turned his gaze to Pisgood.

Pisgood smiled slightly and immediately walked a few feet to the other side of the woods.

That open space was much larger than the one marked "Wedsley," and it also had a sign on it.

【Blake】

Mr. Weasley, who had just been boasting, was a little embarrassed by the sight, but fortunately no one made fun of him.

He coughed, took his backpack off his shoulder, and abruptly changed the subject:

"Everyone, please pay attention, I want to emphasize something important!"

When everyone's eyes turned to him, he solemnly said:

"From this moment forward, none of us are allowed to use magic!"

"what?"

"Why?"

The twin brothers were the first to object and shouted it out.

"Because we have now come to Muggle territory!"
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. You have to think of yourself as a Muggle. First of all, you have to set up the tent with your own hands!

I don't think it'll be too difficult... that's how Muggles do it..."

Seeing Mr. Weasley's excited expression, Sherlock sighed.

He asked Sirius for a backpack, then went straight to the tent with Black's name on it and started operating it.

Hermione followed without a word and squatted down to help Sherlock.

Although Mr. Weasley was very enthusiastic about setting up the tent manually without using magic, he also knew that he was not cut out for it.

So when he saw that even Harry was going to run to Sherlock's with Hermione, he suddenly panicked.

There are only three people here who know Muggles. What would happen if they all ran away?
So he grabbed Harry, who had just stepped out with his left foot, and yanked him back:

"Wait, Harry, where do you think we should begin?"

|(*′口`)
Upon hearing this, Harry wiped his sweat. It wasn't that he was unwilling to help the Weasleys.

The main reason is that he had never pitched a tent before.

Because the Dursleys never took him out during holidays; they preferred to leave him with their neighbor, Mrs. Figg.

Just when things had finally calmed down within the family, he no longer had the chance to go out—because Sirius had been released. That's why he thought of doing what Hermione did and becoming Sherlock's assistant.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Weasley took the initiative to make the request.

"Harry, please, help us!"

At that moment, Ginny clasped her hands together and blinked her beautiful eyes at Harry intently.

“I’ll do whatever you say, Harry. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”

“We’ll listen to you too!” Fred and George said at the same time.

“Me too.” Ron chuckled.

Faced with this situation, Harry was caught in a dilemma and felt embarrassed to abandon him and run to Sherlock's side, so he stayed to help.

This is where the advantage of having received a Muggle popular education becomes apparent.

Although he had never pitched a tent before, he consulted the instruction manual and figured out where the poles and screws should be.

However, when it came time to set up the tent, Mr. Weasley started to make things worse.

Whenever he needed to use the sledgehammer, he would get incredibly excited for some reason.

Finally, when Ginny noticed Harry frowning for the third time, she decisively stepped in and shooed his father aside.

Without Mr. Weasley's interference, the tent-setting team, with Harry at its core, became much more efficient.

After a while, they finally managed to set up a crooked two-person tent.

"Well done, Harry! I knew you could do it!"

Mr. Weasley rushed over and praised the tent, which had been handcrafted without the aid of magic.

The group of friends stepped back a few paces, admiring the fruits of their labor.

Harry was still somewhat proud, thinking that no one would guess that the tents were built by wizards.

Just then, a familiar voice came from beside my ear:

"Hey bro, need any help?"

Upon hearing Sherlock's voice, Harry quickly looked up.

I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I completely forgot about Sherlock and Hermione.

He glanced in that direction and his eyes widened in surprise.

Behind Sherlock and Hermione, two tents stood prominently on the open ground—not one!

They are neat and tidy in appearance, with straight frames, striped silk that shimmers in the mist, and even the frivolous decorations are placed in an orderly manner.

In comparison, the two-person tent that he had just set up looked particularly shabby, as if a gust of wind could blow it over.

Ron couldn't help but exclaim in amazement:

"Merlin's beard! We struggled for so long to set up one tent, and they've already erected two so quickly?"

Harry murmured, "Not only is it fast, but it also looks very sturdy and beautiful, just like something a professional camping team would do..."

"Are there any masters?"

Upon hearing this, Weasley darted from one side to the other.

After observing it carefully, he couldn't help but praise it:
"Sherlock, Hermione, you two are absolutely amazing!"

Hermione blushed slightly upon hearing this. "I... I was just helping out. Sherlock did all of this."

She wasn't being modest; although she often went out with her parents, she had never done anything like setting up a tent.

However, just as she was studying where the support rod and screw should be, like Harry did, Sherlock had already started working on it.

Seeing Sherlock's fluid and effortless movements, she simply gave up thinking.

He obeyed Sherlock's commands completely; he did whatever Sherlock told him to do.

This is very rare for her.

However, it can be quite pleasant to not use your brain like this sometimes.

Sirius Black and Pisgood watched the whole thing unfold as Sherlock, with Hermione's help, quickly set up two tents.

"Sherlock, quick, help us!"

Seeing that there was a master like Sherlock around, Mr. Weasley was overjoyed and quickly pulled him and Hermione over as well.

With Sherlock, Harry, and Hermione forming the perfect trio, setting up the second tent went much more smoothly.

Harry was naturally intelligent, and he grasped things instantly at crucial moments.

Having already set up a tent himself, he was able to notice some easily overlooked details when setting it up, thanks to technical guidance from someone like Sherlock.

This time, Sherlock barely lifted a finger.

Harry and Hermione, along with the four Weasley children, quickly set up a brand new tent.

Just by looking at it, you can tell that it's much better than that crooked tent from before.

Although it wasn't as impressive as the two tents Sherlock had pitched himself, it was still a significant improvement for the young wizards.

Harry wiped the sweat from his brow and let out a long sigh of relief.

There was a time when all he could manage was a tent that looked like it would collapse with a single gust of wind.

But that kind of thing is a thing of the past!
With his good friend's technical guidance, his work has yielded passable results.

but……

Harry hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking:

"Sherlock, why are you so skilled at this?"

What I mean is...do you often go out into the wild with your uncle and aunt to set up tents?

"On the contrary, my dear Harry."

Sherlock turned around, dusted off his hands, and said casually:

"Aside from Hawaii this year, I have rarely traveled in recent years."

If your memory is good enough, you should still remember the first time you met my brother.

He once told you and Ron that I had been to France, the Netherlands, and Germany before I was seven, but it was obviously unlikely that I would have done such a thing back then.

As for this year, although I went to Hawaii, I didn't pitch a tent.

In fact, just like you, this is the first time I've ever done something like this.

"The first time? How could you..."

Harry looked around at the two impeccably designed tents, then at Sherlock's hands, which were dusty but still perfectly at ease, his voice filled with disbelief.

Hermione's eyes widened slightly, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something but then swallowed it back.

Ron's mouth was agape in a clear "O" shape.

Seeing his friend's surprised expression, Sherlock tilted his head and asked in a completely matter-of-fact tone:
Isn't this common sense?

The air freezes.

(End of this chapter)