Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 481 He is Barty

Upon hearing Sherlock suddenly raise his wand, Harry instinctively rummaged in his coat pocket—his wand was right there.

But the next moment, he looked up and said in shock, "Oh no, I've lost my wand!"

All he had in his pocket was the telescope Sirius had bought for him.

As for the wand—it's gone.

"Are you kidding?"

Ron, who was closest to him, couldn't help but speak up.

Harry got anxious and started searching the surrounding area again.

Hermione and Ginny helped him search, but no matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find Harry's wand.

It was only then that Harry suddenly realized something.

Ever since he learned of the existence of the magical world, he has carried his wand with him whenever he comes to this world.

At that moment, when he suddenly realized that his wand was missing, even though there was no danger around, he still felt very weak and helpless.

This is also a traditional shaman's idea.

No way! Starting this semester, I'm going to learn the Barton technique from Sherlock too!
But before that, we need to find the magic wand first.

Just then, Hermione suddenly realized what was happening.

Even Harry himself didn't realize he'd lost his wand, but Sherlock just said he'd help Harry find it.

So she immediately turned to Sherlock:

"Sherlock, do you know where Harry's wand is?"

Reminded by Hermione, Harry and Ron realized this as well, and looked towards Sherlock with anticipation.

Of course, it's not just them.

Sirius Black, Mr. Weasley, and their children all turned their attention to Sherlock.

In everyone's mind, Sherlock never disappoints.

It's the same this time.

"It's obvious."

As he spoke, he looked toward Sirius.

Sirius's concern for Harry goes without saying.

Upon seeing Sherlock's look, he walked over without a word and said succinctly:
"What do you need me to do?"

Sherlock enjoyed dealing with intelligent people. He smiled slightly and slowly turned his gaze behind him.

Noticing Sherlock's gaze, everyone was taken aback.

Because the person Sherlock was staring at was none other than Sparky, the house-elf who was still covering her eyes and had a fear of heights.

Hermione asked incredulously, "Sherlock, do you mean...?"

She found it hard to believe that such a pitiful-looking house-elf could be a thief.
Sherlock did not respond directly to Hermione, but instead spoke slowly:
"Professor Flitwick once told me that house-elves are all masters of Apparition."

Even in a place like Hogwarts, where magical barriers are in place, they can still cast this spell with ease.

“That’s right, but they can’t use magic without their master’s permission,” Sirius nodded and said.

"I'm sorry, but I have seen exceptions, and more than once."

Sherlock paused for a moment, and Harry immediately thought of the Malfoy family's house-elf named Dobby.

"Sherlock, do you mean I should stop her?" Sirius looked at Sparkle, somewhat surprised.

"Professor Snape once stopped house-elves from using this magic, Sirius, you..."

"no problem."

Before Sherlock could finish speaking, Sirius declared proudly, "What Snape can do, I can do too."

A year later, Sirius's confidence has greatly increased.

Even if he were to have a wizard duel with Snape, he was confident that he could fight him to a draw.

As Mr. Weasley listened to their conversation, he had a vague feeling that something was amiss.

He stared at Sherlock and Sirius in surprise. "Sherlock, Sirius, what are you talking about?"

Sherlock shook his head, his gaze sweeping over Sparkle, and... the empty seat next to her:

"You know what? I've always admired a certain type of person—someone who dares to steal from me."

It was only at this moment that Gilgamesh seemed to realize that Sherlock was actually talking to her.

She parted her fingers, stole a glance at Sherlock, and then put her fingers back together.

"Sparkle, did you take Harry's wand?"

Hermione suddenly asked.

Shining was trembling all over, shaking her head frantically, her ears flapping loudly:

"Sparkling didn't do it, Sparkling isn't a thief!"

"I never said you were the thief, little elf..."

As Sherlock spoke, to everyone's astonishment, he suddenly reached out and pulled forward.

Before the competition officially began, Sparkle had already said that she wanted to reserve a place for her master, Barty Crouch, the Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation.

But Barty Crouch did not appear until the end of the match.

Because the match was so exciting, no one thought much about it.

Even if he had thought about it, he didn't really care, since Barty Crouch always seemed incredibly busy.

It wouldn't be surprising if they were occupying seats and didn't come over.

However, as Sherlock reached out, something unexpected happened.

The entire space seemed to shake slightly, and then a human-shaped silhouette appeared in the seat.

"Do not--!"

Sparkle was shocked when she saw this through her fingers.

She was well aware of the trouble this person would cause her master if he appeared in public.

At that moment, she no longer cared about her fear of heights. She reached out one hand to grab the person who had not yet fully revealed their true form, and snapped her fingers with the other hand.

Apparition!

House-elves' signature move.

Do you think I'm dead?

Sirius, who had been warned by Sherlock long ago, sneered and waved his wand.

Nothing happened.

However, even after Flash snapped his fingers several times, there was no response.

Her Apparition failed.

This is what it truly means for nothing to happen.

Seeing that her trump card magic had failed, Sparkle panicked.

"Do not--!"

She screamed again, her voice shrill and piercing, "Please, no, don't—!"

However, this is of no use.

As her Apparition failed, a person appeared as if from thin air and was pulled to the ground by Sherlock.

However, his condition was strange; his body was indistinct, with some parts visible and others not.

Harry was all too familiar with this situation and immediately blurted out, "It's the Invisibility Cloak!" "Obviously, my friend."

Sherlock stretched out his hands and fiddled around for a few moments, easily removing the invisibility cloak from the man.

He took two steps back, and the person's figure was now fully visible to everyone.

"Now, everyone, let's take a good look at who this person wearing an invisibility cloak is, sitting next to Mr. Crouch's pet elf."

What came into view was a young man with unusually pale skin and a few freckles.

He had messy, light-yellow hair and looked to be only in his early thirties, but strangely, he had faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Sherlock glanced at the face that bore a resemblance to Barty Crouch, and at the wand clutched tightly in his right hand, and smiled:
"Ha, it seems the truth has been revealed..."

Before he could finish speaking, the young man, who had been somewhat bewildered by Sherlock's sudden exposure of his invisibility, suddenly roared and pounced straight at him.

"careful!"

Hermione screamed a warning and stepped forward, wanting to lend Sherlock a hand.

Sirius snorted and raised his wand.

With him here, no one can hurt their own people.

However, Sherlock reacted even faster than him.

With a loud bang, the young man's momentum came to a halt, and he fell backward to the ground.

"You're lucky, this is the Barton technique I just learned recently."

Sherlock slowly withdrew his fist and said to everyone's astonished gaze, "You are the first person to experience this."

It wasn't until then that the people in the private room realized what was happening.

Sherlock knocked out an adult with a single punch?

This is simply unbelievable!
"Crouch!"

Mr. Weasley, recognizing the young man, was stunned. "Barty Crouch Jr."

"Young Master Badi, Young Master Badi!"

Although she could no longer Apparate, Flash still pounced on the young man's chest.

"You killed him! You killed him! You killed the master's son!"

She looked up at Sherlock with tears streaming down her face, as if accusing an executioner.

“Calm down, I only punched him,” Sherlock sighed. “Please step aside.”

While saying "Please move aside, Sparkle," Sherlock's hands moved swiftly, picking Sparkle up and tossing her aside.

Then he grabbed Barty Crouch Jr. by the collar and put him back in his seat.

When he returned, Sherlock was holding a magic wand.

Barty Crouch Jr., whose wand had been taken from him, glared at Sherlock with a look of resentment and confusion in his eyes.

"Don't let someone steal your weapon so easily next time."

Sherlock handed the wand to Harry, then looked at Arthur Weasley:

“Mr. Weasley, your behavior tells me that this person shouldn’t be here, right?”

"He certainly shouldn't be here!"

With a roar, the British Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, strode over.

He looked at the young man, his eyes filled with anger, then turned to the Crouch family's elf:
"You—tell me quickly, what exactly happened?"

"Sparkle can't say anything! Sparkle can't say anything! Sparkle will cause trouble for the master!"

"I understand. This was instructed by Mr. Crouch."

Sherlock nodded thoughtfully. "Things are getting more and more interesting."

"He won't tell me? Very good, excellent! Then I'll go ask him myself!"

Fudge was practically bursting with rage, and he immediately began assigning tasks.

Even Arthur Weasley, who was originally just there to watch the game, wasn't spared.

Harry, still in shock at what he was seeing, exclaimed, "Sherlock, what... what's going on?"

"It's obvious that someone who shouldn't be here is here."

Sherlock chuckled. "Barty Crouch, it seems this director has more secrets than I imagined."

“You’re absolutely right,” Mr. Weasley, who had been assigned work by the minister, walked over with heavy steps. “Sherlock, you’ve really stirred up a hornet’s nest this time!”

He looked at Sherlock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

How long has it been since the truth that had been buried for twelve years was finally revealed?

Sherlock did it again.

Sherlock Holmes truly deserves the title.

"I'm sorry, because of Sherlock and Harry, I'm afraid you two will have to come with me to the Ministry of Magic..."

"I'm going even if you don't tell me."

Sherlock asked curiously, "But please tell me first, in your understanding, where should this Barty Crouch Jr. originally be?"

"He...should have been dead already..."

"The last person you thought had died twelve years ago was Peter Pettigrew, and he was touted as a hero."

As a result, he lived a perfectly good life and was ultimately proven to be a complete traitor.

Sherlock sneered, "Your department is truly full of talented people!"

Arthur Weasley: "..."

He was speechless in the face of Sherlock's mockery.

It's really outrageous that this has happened twice in a row.

Not far from the private room, the Malfoy family of three witnessed the entire scene.

Draco Malfoy was unaware of what this meant.

But his parents, Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy, exchanged a glance.

Both husband and wife saw the deep surprise and apprehension in each other's eyes.

After a moment, Narcissa suddenly turned to Draco and said seriously:
"Xiaolong, you must stay away from that guy named Holmes at school from now on!"

“I avoid them whenever I see them now,” Draco said sullenly, “ever since Gemma forced me to apologize to Potter last time.”

"Well done! Now it seems Gemma was protecting you!"

Lucius took a deep breath, watched Sherlock walk out, and slowly said:
"Fudge told me earlier that the matter involving Black and Peter was discovered by this student named Holmes."

Like him, I think Dumbledore is too naive to be using such a ridiculous method to promote his students.

Now it seems that it wasn't Dumbledore who was naive, it was Fudge and me who were naive!

Sherlock Holmes…

Lucius repeated the name again, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He recalled how he had tried to cause trouble at Hogwarts two years ago by throwing that notebook there, only to end up losing more than he gained.

Now it seems that this matter is probably also related to this Sherlock Holmes!

As he was pondering this, he suddenly trembled.

Sherlock, who was about to leave the private room, suddenly turned around and glanced in their direction.

Even though the other person was just a boy who was not even fifteen years old, Lucius saw a warning in his eyes at this moment.

Just outrageous!
(End of this chapter)