Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 476 Sherlock Isn't Human

Sherlock's voice finally roused Harry.

At that moment, he also noticed that the accompaniment music, which sounded like celestial music, had stopped.

Harry blinked blankly, then was surprised to find himself with one leg propped up against the wall of the box, giving the impression that he was about to jump into the stadium.

Not far from him, Ron also assumed a diving posture as if he were about to jump off the diving board, and stood there motionless.

Of course, they weren't the only ones who lost their composure.

Draco Malfoy, held firmly by Lucius and Narcissa behind him, was still struggling:

"Let me go! I want her! I want her now!"

Narcissa frowned, pointed her wand, and Draco immediately trembled and leaned back weakly, only to be caught by Lucius.

Similar scenes were observed throughout the box, and most of those affected were young male wizards around the same age as Harry and Ron.

The adults were much more composed. Although they also had a lingering sense of satisfaction on their faces, none of them did anything out of line.

The atmosphere inside the stadium was much more enthusiastic than in that small box.

Angry roars filled the air, because no one wanted the Veela to leave.

At this moment, Harry felt the same way as them.

Of course he'll support the Bulgarian team!
Bulgaria has Vegalta!

This is justice!

What kind of team is Ireland? Go play with your eggs!

He was even wondering why he was wearing a big green clover on his chest.

Compared to Harry, Ron's behavior was even more outrageous.

He was absentmindedly tearing at the clover on his hat.

Bill, Charlie, and the twin brothers were all secretly amused.

Percy and Ginny looked at Ron with disdain.

Those who are lustful at first sight will find it difficult to achieve great things!
Just then, Mr. Weasley, as the father, couldn't stand it any longer. He smiled, leaned over, and snatched the hat from Ron's hand.

“Don’t do that, Ron,” Mr. Weasley said with a smile. “You’ll need it after the Irish team’s performance.”

"Ok?"

Ron seemed not to have recovered from that state yet.

He snorted and stared at the effeminate women, speechless.

However, by this time they had already lined up and were standing on the other side of the field.

Hermione and Ginny reached out and pulled Harry back to his seat.

Hermione clicked her tongue loudly: "Oh dear, why are you like that too!"

Ginny then said, "That's a Veela, Hermione. Harry is already very good, look at Ron."

“But Sherlock is perfectly fine, isn’t he?” Hermione retorted.

While the Veelas were dancing, Hermione kept her eyes on everyone she knew in the box.

She especially feared that Sherlock might do something like Harry and Ron.

Fortunately, throughout the entire performance, Sherlock watched the Veelas dance with an appreciative eye.

Once the music ended, they remained as steady as Mount Tai, unmoved.

The Weasley twins were eager to do something, but after Bill and Charlie pulled them back, they quickly came to their senses.

Most surprisingly, Percy's performance was almost identical to Sherlock's.

Throughout the entire process, he watched the scene with a furrowed brow, managing to keep himself from making a fool of himself.

That's really quite impressive.

Upon hearing Hermione's words, Ginny blurted out:

"Oh dear, how can Harry compare to Sherlock? Sherlock isn't even human!"

"Pfft~!"

"I'm sorry, Sherlock!"

As soon as Ginny said it, she realized her mistake and quickly apologized, but everyone had already burst out laughing.

Her face flushed red, and she anxiously explained to Sherlock:

"Sherlock, you know, I... I didn't mean that!"
I mean... you're not human, no, I mean... you're not a normal person..."

Seeing Ginny's face turn red with anxiety, Sherlock smiled slightly:
"Keep calm, Miss Weasley. As you said, I certainly understand what you mean."

However, I must correct you: when faced with the Veela's ability to fascinate men, in addition to having enough willpower, being well-prepared psychologically is also a necessary condition.

Therefore, there's no need to be too harsh on Harry and Ron. It was their first time meeting Veela, and their reaction was understandable given their lack of preparation.

"Sherlock, thank you..."

Harry said somewhat embarrassedly.

“Thank you? Harry, I’m not making excuses for you,” Sherlock raised an eyebrow. “On the contrary, I think you should have done better.”

"what?"

Harry, who had just been secretly pleased that Sherlock had suddenly become so understanding, was suddenly stunned.

"From the moment you see them, you should realize that you cannot resist them with your own willpower and you should make some defensive preparations."

And Ron too, his posture just now was absolutely awful.

Harry: "..."

Ron: "..."

Ginny, who had been at a loss, couldn't help but laugh as she watched Sherlock discipline Harry and Ron, and suddenly she was no longer as nervous as before.

This little incident simultaneously downplayed Harry and Ron's willingness to sacrifice themselves for "justice" and the awkward situation of Ginny's unconscious remark that "Sherlock is not human."

Just then, Ludo Bagman's booming voice rang out at the perfect moment:

"Now—please raise your wands into the air!"
Let's welcome the Irish national team's mascot!

No sooner had he finished speaking than a whooshing sound was heard, and a huge object in green and gold flew into the stadium.

It was like a giant comet that flew around the stadium before splitting into two smaller comets, each heading towards a set of goalposts.

At the same time, an arched rainbow suddenly appeared across the entire arena, connecting the two shimmering spheres.

When the rainbow disappeared, the shimmering spheres connected and merged together, forming a huge, dazzling clover.

The clover rose high into the air and began to hover above the stands.

If only it was like this.

But the next moment, something started falling down from above with a clatter.

It's no exaggeration to say that it was like golden raindrops, falling like beads from a broken string.

It's gold coins!
Galleons!
Wow—that's amazing!

The Weasley twins and Ron cheered together. Clover swirled above their heads, showering them with huge gold coins that landed on their heads and seats.

Sherlock had excellent eyesight and had long ago discovered that the giant clover was actually made up of countless dwarfs.

Each dwarf wears a red vest, has a small mustache, and carries a small gold or green lamp.

"It's an Irish leprechaun!"

Mr. Weasley once again took on the role of narrator, shouting amidst cheers.

The crowd cheered loudly and began to scramble and grab at the coins—some of them had just crawled under their seats to retrieve them.

At this moment, the dissatisfaction caused by Veela's departure was finally completely washed away.

When Sherlock saw Ron happily grabbing a handful of gold coins, he smiled slightly:
"Money and beauty, the eternal pursuit of mankind."

Hermione laughed and said, "Sherlock, your statement sounds a bit vulgar!"

Sirius, who was standing nearby, heard their conversation and put down his binoculars, jokingly saying:
"How about we rephrase it as career and love?"

Hermione's face immediately turned red.

He muttered something and turned his head away.

Next, the giant clover disappeared, and the little goblins that made it up slowly fell onto the field.

They were face to face with the Bulgarian Vedas.

The stadium is right in the middle, giving it a feeling of a sniper duel at the center.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the mascot's performance has ended."

Now, please give a warm welcome to the Bulgarian Quidditch National Team!

Next, Ludo Bagman began to introduce the Bulgarian team members one by one.

Each time a name was called, the Bulgarian team's supporters would cheer loudly.

When it was the seventh name's turn, before Bagman could even speak, the entire stadium erupted in thunderous cheers.

When Bagman shouted "Let's welcome Viktor Krum!", the deafening cheers seemed to lift the entire stadium off its feet.

"It's him, it's him, it's him!"

Ron, who was in the box, also shouted loudly and began to follow Krum with his panoramic binoculars.

Although they had already seen photos of the Bulgarians at their tents, everyone was still somewhat surprised when they saw the real people on the field.

He was dark-skinned and thin, with a large hooked nose and thick, dark eyebrows.

Coupled with that gloomy aura that Hermione once described, he looked like a giant eagle.

"Can you believe it? He's actually only eighteen years old!"

Ron couldn't help but say to Sherlock and Harry beside him.

It's clear that although he supports Ireland, he is also a huge fan of Krum.

After Bulgaria entered the field, it was naturally Ireland's turn.

They also won cheers from the audience.

Of course, this cheer couldn't compare to Krum's.

However, their flying brooms attracted the attention of the entire audience.

Fire arrows!
Seven in total!

At that moment, Harry suddenly remembered something that happened a year ago.

It was back in Diagon Alley when I first saw the Firebolt.

The manager of the Quidditch boutique stepped out of the store and loudly addressed the crowd:
"The Irish International Club just placed an order for seven of these premium weapons—don't miss out, they're hot items for this World Cup!"

A year later, I actually saw them at the Quidditch World Cup final.

This foreshadowing is buried way too deep!

At this moment, Ludo Bagman called out again:

"And our referee today, who has flown all the way from Egypt, the highly respected president of the International Quidditch Federation: Hassan Mustafa!"

Cheers erupted again as a short, thin wizard, dressed in a pure gold robe that matched the stadium's colors, strode onto the field.

He has a large beard that is very characteristic of the Middle East.

Those in the private box needed to use binoculars to see a silver whistle emerging from under his beard.

Mustafa had a large wooden box tucked under one arm and his referee's flying broom tucked under the other.

He placed the wooden crate on the ground and gestured for both captains to come to the center of the field and shake hands.

The captains of the Bulgarian and Irish teams walked together to the center of the field, staring at each other and extending their right hands.

Nothing dramatic happened during that time.

After the perfectly normal handshake, referee Mustafa made a move that caused the entire audience to gasp in surprise:
He suddenly lifted his foot and kicked the wooden box that had just been placed on the ground away.

The next moment, all four balls shot into the air.

They are a bright red Quake, two black gliders, and a tiny, winged golden Snitch.

Even with Harry's excellent dynamic vision, he only caught a glimpse of the Golden Snitch the moment it flew out of the crate, and then it disappeared without a trace.

Mustafa's gesture instantly ignited the passion of the entire audience.

Harry was also a little excited; a world-class competition was truly something else!

Look, even the referees are so unique.

At that moment, Mustafa mounted his flying broom and blew his silver whistle.

The next moment, fifteen flying brooms rose into the air simultaneously.

The game officially begins!
Sherlock did not use the panoramic telescope at first.

Even so, he could still feel how exciting the match was.

It must be said that, as expected of the finals of the highest-level sporting event in the magical world, it certainly did not disappoint.

Both the Irish team riding their fire bolts and the Bulgarian team with their superstar Krum were incredibly fast.

Because the Chaser kept passing the Quaffle around, commentator Ludo Bagman could only name them without explaining what they were doing.

He couldn't even finish pronouncing the names of players with long syllables like "Dimitrov" or "Ivanova" before the Quaffle was already in the next player's hands.

Some of the more difficult moves in Hogwarts Quidditch matches are simply effortless and effortless for these world-class players.

Sherlock turned to look at Harry and found that his little brother was completely absorbed in the game.

He pressed the panoramic binoculars tightly against his glasses, so much so that the glasses sank into the bridge of his nose.

Watching him turn the slow knob on the right side of the panoramic binoculars back and forth, and occasionally press the game analysis button on top, Sherlock chuckled and picked up the panoramic binoculars as well.

The tool's purpose has finally been demonstrated.

For example, when three Irish chasers were speeding close together, with the player in the middle slightly ahead, all three of them closing in on the Bulgarian player.

Some purple explanatory text flashed across the screen immediately.

(End of this chapter)