Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 464 This is common sense, my friend.

Upon hearing Sherlock say that setting up a tent was common sense, Mr. Weasley immediately nodded vigorously, revealing an expression of "I knew it!"

"Oh! I understand!"
Is this what common sense is in the Muggle world?
That's absolutely amazing!

Seeing that Mr. Weasley took Sherlock's words seriously, Hermione looked utterly helpless.
"Come on, Sherlock, this isn't common sense!"
Even adults in Muggle families may not all have ever pitched such a professional tent themselves.

Especially considering that she managed to do this on her first try without any guidance!

As she said this, her gaze involuntarily drifted to the Weasley family's crooked first creation.

In her opinion, Harry had already done a remarkable job.

If it were her with the Weasley twins, Ron, Ginny, and Mr. Weasley who always seems to make things worse, she might not have been able to achieve this.

Harry nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.

In his world, this is hardly common sense.

Ron even said in an exaggerated tone:

"Old Xia, if I didn't know this was impossible, I would have suspected that you secretly used some silent spell or wandless magic when we weren't paying attention!"

The Weasley twins curiously touched this and that, carefully comparing the differences between the two tents.

They're setting up the Weasleys Magical Tricks Studio, so they're also interested in anything that requires hands-on work.

Why are there such big differences in the tents that are made of the same materials?

Ginny's attention was focused on Harry and she didn't participate in the conversation.

Apart from Arthur Weasley, an adult, Sirius Black and Pisgood stood a little distance away, watching Sherlock with great interest, seemingly waiting for him to offer further explanation.

Sherlock, seeing the various expressions on the faces of the people around him, explained as expected:

"The common sense I'm referring to isn't the everyday life hacks that everyone knows, but rather the basic principles that can be grasped through observation and logical reasoning."

In fact, if you observe carefully, you will find that these tents had a clear purpose from the very beginning of their design.

The struts provide support and frame, the canvas provides shelter from wind and rain, and the ropes are used to secure and maintain tension; each connection point conforms to the principles of mechanics.

Once you understand the function of these components and their positional relationship within the overall structure, assembling them is like assembling a complex model.

To put it simply, each piece of material has a specific location and connection method.

The key is to understand the design logic, not to rely on experience.

Sherlock walked over to the brand-new tent, which Harry and Hermione had been setting up, and gently patted one of the straight poles:

"Like this tent you just finished."

Once the principles are understood and good collaboration is achieved, the results will naturally be stable.

Harry did this very well; he quickly grasped the key points.

Harry listened and nodded thoughtfully.

Hermione's doubts were gradually replaced by a deeper sense of understanding.

She even started muttering to herself:
"Structural analysis...deconstructs the task into functional modules..."

Indeed, this is similar to the approach of dismantling complex magical theories...

Although the objects are completely different.

However, apart from Harry and Hermione, everyone else seemed to be listening to Sherlock's words as if they were reading gibberish.

They looked at Sherlock with blank stares in their eyes.

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Sirius remained silent, but Pisgood muttered something:

"Sherlock, I understand your reasoning now."

But I still think it's quite uncanny that someone can turn theory into practical skills so quickly..."

Mr. Weasley, on the other hand, was still captivated by the allure of "Muggle engineering."

Suddenly, as if he had figured something out, he slapped his forehead and rushed excitedly toward the tent.

Without saying a word, the twin brothers held him down tightly:

"Please, Dad, stop studying the hammer!"
"Our tent is set up, that's great!"

Hey! Let me go!

Mr. Weasley protested, but his voice was full of laughter, "I just wanted to see the knot..."

Hearing Mr. Weasley say that, the twins finally let him go.

However, he remained wary of Mr. Weasley, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that Mr. Weasley was really just studying the knots.

Just then, Harry discovered another problem.

He had more than enough room to share two tents with Sherlock, Hermione, and Sirius.

The problem, however, is that once Bill, Charlie, and Percy arrive, the Weasley family will have eight members.

Hermione seemed to have noticed the problem as well. She looked at Sherlock with a questioning gaze, then at Harry.

Seeing Sherlock smile without saying a word, Hermione suddenly had a flash of inspiration, as if she understood something.

Harry was a beat too slow to react and couldn't keep up with Sherlock's train of thought.

Just then, Mr. Weasley, having finally figured out the knot, crawled on all fours into the first tent.

"Uh...it might be a bit crowded."

His voice came from inside the tent, sounding a little muffled.

They're talking about "maybe," it's definitely going to be a bit crowded!

However, Harry was still a little embarrassed to speak up, just then he heard Mr. Weasley call out:

"But I think everyone should be able to squeeze in, so come and take a look."

What, you can squeeze in? Are you kidding me?
Do you think I don't know what the tent I set up by myself looks like?

Harry was wondering what was going on when Sherlock patted him on the shoulder.

"Sherlock?"

"Go in."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he ducked down and crawled into the tent.

"Uh... well."

Although he still didn't quite understand, out of unconditional trust in Sherlock, Harry bent down and followed Sherlock through the tent flap.

The sight that greeted him as soon as he entered the tent was a huge surprise.

I was even more surprised than when I saw Sherlock quickly set up two tents.

Because he found himself walking into an old-fashioned three-bedroom apartment.

Besides the living room, there's even a bathroom and a kitchen?

By this point, he clearly understood what was going on.

This tent looks like an ordinary Muggle tent on the outside, but in reality, it is like the Weasley family's car that has been enchanted, with completely different spatial structures inside and out.

The interior space is spacious, completely different from the exterior.

What Harry found strange, however, was that the room's decor was exactly the same as Mrs. Figg's house:
The mismatched chair was covered with a crocheted cover, and there was even a pungent cat smell in the air.

Mrs. Figg was a woman who lived two blocks away from number 4 Privet Drive.

Every year on Dudley's birthday, the Dursleys would take him and another friend out for the day, to an amusement park, eat hamburgers, or watch a movie.

At these times, they would leave Harry with Mrs. Figg. At that time, Harry didn't know he was a wizard; he was just a child and naturally wanted to go out and play with her.

He naively believed that it was precisely because of Mrs. Figg that the Dursleys wouldn't take him out.

Therefore, he naturally couldn't like Mrs. Figg, who prevented him from going out to play with her.

As Harry grew older, he gradually realized that even without Mrs. Figg, the Dursleys wouldn't take him out.

However, once a first impression is formed, it is very difficult to change it.

Besides, Harry himself hated Mrs. Figg's place; it smelled of cabbage and cats everywhere.

Not only that, Mrs. Figg herself had a very strange temper, and she insisted that Harry look at pictures of the cats she used to have.

Fortunately, everything is over.

He has now repaired his relationship with the Dursleys, and this summer he went out with them to amusement parks, ate hamburgers, and watched movies.

Not to mention that he now has a good friend like Sherlock, and on his last birthday, they went out and had a day together, just like Dudley.

And then there's Sirius Black, who couldn't wait to come and pick me up after only a month in Dursley.

Thinking about it this way, I probably won't have any further contact with that eccentric Mrs. Figg in my lifetime.

While Harry was pondering, Mr. Weasley was wiping his forehead with a handkerchief while peering into the four bunk beds in the bedroom.

After a moment, he turned to the group who had all entered the tent and said:

"I borrowed this tent from Perkins in the office."

The poor fellow has developed back pain and can no longer camp.

Apart from Harry and Hermione, the others seemed oblivious to the unusual space inside the tent, as if it were nothing new to them.

Next, Harry and Hermione, who was pulling Sherlock along, visited another tent, which also had a hidden secret inside.

It's a bit smaller than this one, but it doesn't smell like cats, and it's designed for girls.

"Let Ginny come and stay here."

Seeing this, Sirius said to Mr. Weasley, "We have two tents here. She and Hermione can stay in one, so you can all stay in two separate tents."

“How could I possibly accept that?” Mr. Weasley said, rubbing his hands together.

"Come on, Arthur, why are you being so polite with me!"

Mr. Weasley thought for a moment and then agreed.

And so, Sherlock, Harry, and Sirius stayed in one tent as originally planned.

Ginny and Hermione successfully teamed up and stayed in another tent.

The remaining male members of the Weasley family lived separately in two tents.

The previously cramped living environment was immediately improved.

A smile appeared on everyone's face.

However, that smile didn't last long.

Because next they visited the tent that the Ministry of Magic had prepared for Sirius.

then.

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Not to mention.

In short, the Weasleys' mood underwent a subtle change.

Ginny was quite happy, partly because she could stay in a better tent with Hermione, but also because she was close to Harry.

Seeing that Sirius and Harry had settled in, and that his mission was complete, Pisgood decided not to stay any longer.

"I have to go now. Have a great time."

"Hey, Mr. Pisgood, aren't you staying with us tonight?"

Harry was somewhat surprised to hear Pisgood's words, as he had a very good impression of this Ministry of Magic employee.

“My job isn’t here; I have a lot of things to do at the department!” Pisgood said with a bitter face.

“In that case, Arnold, why don’t you stay here a little longer?” Mr. Weasley suggested.

"No, those jobs will ultimately have to be done by me."

Pisgood shrugged, then smiled at Sherlock and Harry:

"Speaking of which, I actually benefited from your help this time. The time I spent bringing you here has been a real rest for me."

After Pisgood Apparated away, the awkward atmosphere eased slightly.

Of course, only Mr. Weasley seemed unconcerned. He picked up the dusty jug and peered inside:
"We need some water..."

"On the map that the Muggles gave us, there was a water tap marked."

Ron glanced at the map in his hand and said this.

"Alright, then I'll ask you and Harry to fetch us some water, and then—"

Mr. Weasley handed over the kettle and two stew pots they had brought, then turned to the others:

"Then, the rest of us went to gather some firewood to start a fire!"
"Sherlock, would you please guide us?"

“But we have a stove!” Ron couldn’t help but exclaim. “Why can’t we just—”

"Ron, don't forget the safety regulations for Muggles!"

I just said that from now on, we cannot use any magic!

"But this tent is magic..."

“That belongs to Perkins, not us, and it’s magic from the past, it doesn’t count now!”

Mr. Weasley said, seemingly seriously.

However, the eager expression on his face and his next words betrayed his true thoughts:
"When real Muggles camp, they make fires outdoors—I've seen it, and we should do that now!"

Everyone understood that Mr. Weasley was simply interested in how Muggles start fires.

Harry and Ron picked up the kettle and the stew pot.

Harry didn't say anything; he'd done this kind of thing so many times with the Dursleys that it was second nature to him.

Ron frowned. "Are we just going to fetch water ourselves?"

"I am coming too!"

Ginny immediately jumped up and took a water bottle from Harry's hand.

Ron: "..."

No, whose sister are you anyway?

Didn't you see that I'm carrying more things in my hands?

Next, the three set off through the camp to fetch water, following the directions indicated on the map.

The rest of the people, as Mr. Weasley had instructed, began gathering firewood to prepare for cooking.

Sherlock, in this process, once again demonstrated his understanding of common sense.

"That's common sense, my friend."

Faced with everyone's questions, Sherlock smiled and said this.

(End of this chapter)