Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 473 Because he is Sherlock Holmes
Under Sirius Black's strong intervention, not only did the five young wizards present—Sherlock, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny—each receive a panoramic telescope with recording, playback, and analysis functions, but they also received a pair of telescopes.

Sirius Black didn't even leave out Bill, Charlie, Percy, and the Weasley twins who weren't present, having Ron and Ginny bring one for each of them.

The peddler wizard was absolutely ecstatic.

He clutched the bag of Galleons tightly in both hands, his mouth stretched almost to his ears in a wide grin.

This single deal netted him a three-figure sum of Galleons, equivalent to half a month's income on a regular basis.

As for Sirius's somewhat impatient and rude attitude when he spoke just now?

Please, what does a bad attitude matter in front of this heavy pile of Galleons?
No, a customer who can take out hundreds of Galleons without batting an eye—that's the best attitude a customer could have!

The hawker wizard deftly packed up the telescopes while saying "Take care" and "Come again next time," his attentive manner a stark contrast to his earlier behavior when serving ordinary customers.

However, among everyone present, only Harry and Hermione secretly understood Sirius's thoughts.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing the understanding in each other's eyes.

Sirius's unusual display of wealth, almost like that of a nouveau riche, wasn't for showing off, but rather to consider Ron and Ginny's feelings.

Although this telescope is entirely silver-white, with fine magical patterns engraved on its tube.

When you gently turn the focus knob, it makes a subtle "click" sound, which is a clear indication of its excellent craftsmanship and makes it worth the price. However...

It's important to know that ten Galleons is not cheap even for an average wizarding family.

For a family like the Weasleys with seven children, this was a considerable expense.

If you were to directly offer to buy them a car as a gift, the two might hesitate to accept it.

But after that commotion, the situation is completely different.

Sirius's domineering CEO demeanor left the two of them stunned on the spot.

In the end, he had no choice but to accept the gift, without even having the chance to refuse.

Even so, after the peddler wizard left in high spirits, Ron and Ginny were still a little embarrassed:
"Sirius, isn't this going too far?"

Their parents were incredibly prolific.

Seven children, one each, that's a full seventy Galleons!

"What are you talking about!"

Sirius waved his hand domineeringly:
"Don't forget, I am your elder!"
Isn't it only natural for elders to buy younger generations things they like?

unless……"

He paused deliberately, narrowed his eyes with interest as he looked at Ron and Ginny, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, and added meaningfully:
"Unless you want to be ranked according to Molly's lineage?"

In that case, Ron, you'll be my cousin, and Ginny will be my cousin.

"Hmm... then Harry will have to call you uncle and aunt..."

"I...I don't want to be Harry's aunt!"

Ginny said this with a blush.

Ron's face also turned red.

Their hair was the same red color as their hair—a characteristic of the Weasley family.

However, the reasons for their blushing were different.

Ginny simply didn't want to create a generational gap between her and Harry.

Having a distant cousin isn't a big problem; in some ways, it can even add a bit of spice.

But a distant cousin? They're a generation apart, so there's absolutely no hope for her little schemes.

As for Ron, he was simply overly sensitive.

He knew that Harry had inherited a small fortune from his parents and was much richer than him, a fact he was always sensitive about.

If Harry were to pay for a telescope for him, he would absolutely find it unacceptable.

But if you replace it with Sirius Black, it's a different story.

As Sirius said, the person is an elder, and it is reasonable for an elder to give a gift to a younger person, and it will not make him feel embarrassed.

Thinking of this, Ron grinned and said, "You're right, that makes sense."

As he spoke, he couldn't resist picking up his binoculars and trying them out on the tents in the distance.

The clear image in the lens made his eyes light up, and his earlier embarrassment completely vanished.

Compared to the Weasley siblings, who are extremely sensitive about money, Sherlock, Harry, and Hermione are much more at ease.

They didn't care so much about the amount of gold galleons; what they valued more was the sentiment behind the gift.

"Heh, thank you, Sirius."

Sherlock took the telescope, Harry nodded with a smile, and Hermione, after thanking Sirius, said:
"Let me buy everyone a copy of the competition instructions. Look, it's over there—"

When they returned to their tent after doing all this, they found that everyone else had also bought green sports badges.

Mr. Weasley was also holding an Irish flag.

It's obvious that the Weasley family are fans of the Irish national team.

Percy, however, didn't have any souvenirs—he seemed unwilling to spend money on such things.

When the Weasley children received Sirius's gift, they were all beaming with joy.

Percy, whose hands were empty, was taken aback for a moment, but eventually blushed and thanked Sirius and Harry.

He wasn't interested in souvenirs, but he felt there was a need for practical items like telescopes.

"Sirius, you've gone way too far!"

Mr. Weasley looked at his seven children, each with a panoramic telescope, and felt a little embarrassed:
"It's one thing if you buy it for other kids, but Bill, Charlie, and Percy are all adults..."

"What are you saying, Arthur!"

Sirius slapped him hard on the shoulder:
"So what if they're adults? No matter how old they are, they're still our juniors!"

As an uncle, should I consider my nephews' ages when I buy them gifts?

Having said all that, Mr. Weasley smiled and said nothing more.

Just as everyone was excitedly adjusting their binoculars, a deep, resonant gong sound suddenly came from somewhere in the distance of the woods.

The sound was like a signal, and the next moment...

Thousands of lanterns emitting red or green light burst forth from the trees, illuminating the path leading to the stadium in an instant.

"Time is up!"

"Hurry up, let's go!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed excitedly.

"yeah!"

The little wizards cheered happily.

The Quidditch World Cup final has finally begun!
Next, Mr. Weasley led the way, with Sirius Black standing beside him, hands in his pockets, walking side by side.

Aside from Sherlock, Harry, and Hermione, he was probably the wizard who looked most like a Muggle among everyone present.

Everyone clutched their purchases and hurried into the woods, following the path illuminated by the lanterns.

They could see thousands of people moving around, and shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing came from all around.

This fervent excitement was highly contagious; almost everyone soon found themselves grinning from ear to ear. However, when Harry looked at Sherlock beside him, he was surprised to find that Sherlock merely wore a faint smile, seemingly unaffected by the excitement.

"Never let your emotions cloud your judgment, my dear Harry."

Sherlock, unsurprisingly, saw through Harry's thoughts, and when Harry looked at him, he explained:

"That would be a very dangerous thing."

“Sherlock, I’m starting to think you’re a bit like that Moody guy.”

Sirius turned around, smiling, and said, "He always felt that he was in danger at all times."

“These are two different concepts.”

In response to Sirius's teasing, Sherlock said seriously:

"He perceived danger from his surroundings, while I perceived danger from within myself."

The group chatted and joked loudly for about twenty minutes before finally emerging from the other side of the woods.

Once they emerged from the woods, they found themselves standing in the shadow of a huge stadium.

However, from this position, everyone can only see a portion of the magnificent golden wall surrounding the arena.

Even so, it's clear to everyone that this place could easily fit ten cathedrals.

"This place can accommodate a full 100,000 spectators."

As one of the many people from the Ministry of Magic who participated in this construction, Mr. Weasley explained to the others with some pride:

"Five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic worked on this for a whole year."

You might not believe it, but every inch of this place has been cursed with a Muggle-repelling spell.

Whenever a Muggle approaches, they suddenly remember something extremely urgent and hurriedly leave...

May God bless them.

He said with some guilt, seemingly embarrassed that the grand event in the wizarding world had affected the normal lives of Muggles.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

The advantage of a single wizard over a Muggle is simply too great—that much is certain.

Even a well-trained, fully armed warrior is no match for a wizard.

Of course, this is on the premise that the wizard cannot be approached by the warrior.

Otherwise, it will result in a bloody knife going in and a bloody knife coming out.

However, in most cases, Muggles are controlled or defeated by the wizard's ranged spells before they can even get close.

But... it now seems that the gap between these two groups is also quite large.

After all, the ability to directly change someone's perception is simply too incredible.

Sherlock tried to imagine what he would do if he didn't have magical talent and came into contact with crime issues in the magical world.

Faced with a killing curse that leaves no trace, I'm afraid even if I exhaust all my reasoning methods, I still won't be able to analyze it.
"Sherlock, what's wrong with you?"

Hermione, who had been watching Sherlock closely, noticed him suddenly lost in thought and couldn't help but ask.

"I suddenly thought of some connections between the magical world and the Muggle world, but it's not a big deal."

Sherlock shook his head and pointed ahead. "We've arrived."

By this time, Mr. Weasley had led everyone to the nearest entrance, where a large group of wizards were gesturing wildly and shouting – they were clearly a little too excited.

"First-class ticket!"

A witch from the Ministry of Magic at the entrance clearly recognized Arthur Weasley. She glanced at the tickets in Sirius Black and Mr. Weasley's hands and said to Mr. Weasley:
"Top floor box! Keep going upstairs—Arthur, just lead them all the way to the very top."

The staircase leading to the stadium was covered with a purplish-red carpet, giving it a high-end, sophisticated, and classy feel.

Following the witch's directions, they went straight up with the flow of people and arrived at the top without any hindrance.

Mr. Weasley was right; Ludo Bagman did indeed get them the best tickets.

They were currently in a small VIP box at the highest point of the stadium, directly facing the golden goalposts.

This vantage point offers a commanding view of the entire competition venue.

Although it's called a small private room, there are still about twenty purple and gold-plated chairs arranged in two rows.

Sherlock, Harry, Hermione, and Sirius followed the Weasleys and sat in the front row.

From here they could clearly see that the 100,000 wizards Mr. Weasley had mentioned were taking their seats one after another.

The seats are arranged in a stepped pattern around the oval-shaped stadium.

The field was as smooth and flat as velvet, with three pitching rings standing fifty feet high on each side.

To their right was a huge blackboard with golden characters flashing across it.

Cornflower: A flying broomstick suitable for the whole family—safe, reliable, and with a built-in anti-theft buzzer.

Mrs. Scower's All-Purpose Stain Remover - Effortlessly Removes Stains

[Elegant Wizard Robes - Available in London, Paris, and Hogsmeade]

It's obvious that these are the sponsors of this competition advertising for the event.

This is no different from the Muggle world, except that the way they advertise is more sophisticated and more direct.

By the time Harry looked away from the billboards, Sherlock had already finished observing the arena and the boxes themselves.

Because it was quite early, besides their group, there was only one other strange creature in the private room.

In the second-to-last seat in the row behind them sat an unusually small fellow.

Its legs are so short that they can only stretch out onto the chair in front of it.

He was wearing a tea towel for wiping teawares, like a loose robe.

Its movements were also strange, burying its face deeply in its hands.

Upon noticing those long, bat-like ears, Harry exclaimed incredulously:

"More, more than?"

"No, dear Harry, this is not the house-elf you know."

As Sherlock's voice came, the little guy raised his head and loosened his fingers.

When Harry saw those huge brown eyes and that nose shaped and sized like a big tomato, he understood what Sherlock meant.

This is definitely not Dobby.

Of course, this is undoubtedly a house-elf.

In fact, Harry has only known two house-elves so far.

Dobby, the elf from Lucius Malfoy's family who once came to deliver a message to him, and Kreacher, who is proud to have served the Black family for generations.

From a human perspective, other creatures all look the same unless they are exceptionally unique.

Klee was indeed too old, so it's understandable that Harry mistook the house-elf for Dobby.

As for why Sherlock could distinguish between individuals even when the other person covered their face, it's because he is Sherlock Holmes.

(End of this chapter)