Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 489 Do you hate riddle tellers?
1994 9 Month 1 Day.

When Hermione was woken up by Mrs. Holmes in the morning, she felt extremely embarrassed.

I had already made up my mind to wake up earlier.

Unfortunately, because I spent the night with Sherlock, I lost track of time and ended up going to bed a little late.

Hermione's worries were practically written all over her face, and Mrs. Holmes, noticing this, immediately offered words of comfort:

"Don't mind it, darling, people tend to sleep better when it rains."

Hermione looked out the window and saw the heavy rain pounding against it, which made her feel a little better.

However, when Hermione learned that Sherlock had woken up early without Mrs. Holmes having to wake him, she immediately felt embarrassed.

This feeling of shame lasted until we had breakfast together.

"Well, this is the last meal you'll have at home," Mrs. Holmes said with a smile. "You won't be back until Christmas."

"Mom, we probably won't be coming back for Christmas this year."

"Ah, why?"

"There's an event at school."

"All right……"

Hermione understands Mrs. Holmes very well.

Because my own mother was like that too.

Hogwarts operates on a three-term system, with spring break falling on Easter, during which almost all students do not go home.

Because the heavy workload was overwhelming them, Quidditch players like Harry also had to participate in training camps.

If the children don't go home for winter break, which is also the Christmas holiday, it means that the only time parents and little wizards can see each other is during the summer vacation.

"It's alright, Auntie, we'll have an owl write to you."

Mr. Holmes drove, along with Mrs. Holmes, to take Sherlock and Hermione to King's Cross Station.

There, they met Sirius Black, Harry, Ron, and Ginny, whom they had arranged to meet.

A little while later, the Weasleys arrived. Mr. Weasley didn't have time, so Bill and Charlie came to the station to see their younger siblings off in their father's place.

“Percy said he was too busy to get away because Mr. Crouch wasn’t doing well and many things were starting to rely on him,” Fred Weasley said.

“I think he’s right, and I’m sure Mr. Crouch will soon know his name,” George Weasley said.

After saying that, the two of them burst into laughter.

The Ministry of Magic has not yet released any information about Barty Crouch and his son.

Everyone who saw Barty Crouch Jr. in the private box was put on gag order.

So until now, apart from Mr. Weasley, none of his children knew that releasing Barty Crouch Jr. was his personal act.

On the contrary, Percy was extremely excited because he was given a more important role after Buddy Crouch took a break from work.

Because there are many things he can report directly to Cornelius Fudge.

“My son Mycroft is the same way…”

Mrs. Holmes remarked, "I wonder what he does all day. He's always saying he's so busy, so very busy..."

Mrs. Weasley immediately agreed and pulled Mrs. Holmes aside to start a discussion about children's education.

Sirius then joined Mr. Holmes in the discussion.

Seeing that the parents were having a pleasant conversation, the young wizards went ahead and crossed Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

For them, who are already in fourth grade, crossing this place is already a piece of cake. The only thing they need to be careful about is not attracting too much attention.

For Sherlock, this was as simple as eating and drinking—even if someone were watching him intently, they might not be able to follow him all the time, let alone like this.

Even so, they still passed through the platform in batches, first Sherlock and Hermione, then Harry and Ron, with the Weasley twins bringing up the rear with their youngest sister, Ginny.

Once we entered Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, the crimson Hogwarts steam train roared in, billowing thick smoke.

“The magical world should also keep up with the times,” Sherlock said upon seeing this. “It’s time to consider phasing out the old steam locomotives.”

“Sherlock is absolutely right!” Ron nodded. “And they still have the nerve to call it the Hogwarts Express!”

“Ron, have you forgotten? Sherlock already said back in first grade that this isn’t an express train, it should be called a direct train.”

"Okay, Harry, I forgot, but I don't think it's necessary to bother remembering these things."

They arrived here not too late, in fact, they were quite early.

However, many Hogwarts students and parents still arrived early at the platform, like dark, ghostly figures.

Sirius gave Ron a pig that liked to squeal loudly, and it would squeal in response when it heard many owls hooting in the smoke.

Sherlock, Harry, and Ron, the three tall boys, were the first to board the bus and began looking for seats.

Soon, they moved their luggage into a compartment on the train.

Then they jumped back onto the platform to say goodbye to the Holmes couple, Sirius, Mrs. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie.

"I may see all of you soon."

Charlie smiled as he hugged Ginny goodbye.

"Why?" Fred asked urgently before Ginny could react.

“I think you’ll find out,” Charlie said. “Just don’t tell Percy I mentioned it…”

This is top secret information; it can only be released when the Ministry of Magic deems it appropriate.

"Ah, I really hope I can go back to Hogwarts this year."

Bill spoke at this moment, tall and handsome, with his hands in his pockets, looking at the train with a somewhat melancholy expression.

At that moment, he actually resembled Sirius Black standing beside him somewhat.

"So what is the reason?" George asked impatiently.

"I think you're going to have a very interesting year."

Bill didn't answer directly, his eyes gleaming, "I might take some time off to watch part of it..."

"A part of what?" Ron couldn't help but ask this time.

But just then the whistle blew and Mrs. Weasley rushed them towards the car door.

Once they had boarded the train and the doors were closed.

Hermione leaned out of the window and said to Holmes, "Thank you for letting me stay, Mrs. Holmes."

“Thank you for letting us stay, Sirius,” Ron and Ginny quickly replied.

"You're welcome," Sirius said with a smile and a wave.

“Actually… I’d like to invite you to Christmas,” Mrs. Weasley said, “but I suspect you’d all prefer to stay at Hogwarts for one reason or another.”

"mom!"

Ron couldn't take it anymore, and he said irritably:

"So what exactly is it that the three of you knew about but kept from us?"

“I reckon you’ll figure it out tonight,” Mrs. Weasley said with a smile. “It’s going to be very exciting—and believe it or not, I’m so glad they’ve changed the bylaws—”

"What charter?"

Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George asked at the same time.

"I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will tell you... Alright, behave yourself, you hear me?"
Did you hear me, especially you, Fred!
And you, George!

The engine's pistons hissed loudly and the train started moving.

"Tell us what happened at Hogwarts!"

Fred shouted out the window—the Holmeses, Sirius, Mrs. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie were speeding away.

"What exactly did they change in the regulations?"

But everyone just smiled and waved at them.

Before the train even turned the corner, they had vanished.

Sherlock, Harry, and Ron had previously found a large private room.

Hermione and Ginny naturally joined in. The heavy rain pounded against the windows, making it difficult for them to see anything outside.

Ron opened his box, pulled out a dark purple cloth, and covered the pig's cage with it; its squeals were too loud.

"what is this?"

Looking at the strange piece of cloth, Hermione asked a question curiously.

Ron blushed and remained silent.

Hermione was about to ask again when Sherlock had already given the answer:
"I think this must be the dress Mrs. Weasley prepared."

Sherlock's eyesight is far superior to Hermione's.

He could tell at a glance that what Ron used to cover the pig was not just a simple piece of cloth.

The formal robe Mrs. Weasley prepared for Ron was similar in style to his school uniform robe, but this dark purple color...

how to say?

It's a style that perfectly matches Mrs. Weasley's.

"She knits me this color every Christmas!"

Ron said angrily, "I clearly said I didn't like it!"

Sherlock chuckled. "My dear Ron, I bet you Mrs. Weasley thinks it will make your eyes look even more beautiful."

"Congratulations, you got it right. That's what my mom said."

Ron sat down next to Harry and said sullenly:
"Bagman is willing to tell us what happened at Hogwarts—remember, right at the World Cup."

But my own mother wouldn't tell me; she wouldn't even tell me what this dress was for.

"Actually, there's really nothing to hide—maybe they find being a riddle teller interesting."

Sherlock, who was examining the glass, heard Ron's words but did not turn around:
"Since Mrs. Weasley said the school has amended its bylaws, we'll know by tonight's opening ceremony at the latest. It's just a matter of a few minutes earlier or later."

"Wait, Sherlock!"

Ron looked at Sherlock across from him in surprise. "You...you don't know about what Mom and Bill were talking about, do you?"

Ginny turned around and stared at Sherlock in astonishment.

"Yes, I know."

"Quickly, tell me!"

Ron said excitedly, then a deep doubt flashed in his eyes:
"You're not doing some kind of secrecy work like them, are you?"

“Of course not,” Sherlock said with a smile. “I’ve said it before, there’s absolutely no need to keep this a secret.”

"Tell me quickly, what exactly happened!"

"The Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

"What did you say?!"

Ron and Ginny gasped in surprise.

Both of them looked on incredulously.

But soon they discovered that, apart from Sherlock, who had told them the news, Harry and Hermione didn't seem particularly surprised.

"What's going on, Harry? Hermione, you both know, right?"

“I’m sorry, Ron…”

Harry said apologetically, "Dumbledore told me not to talk about it—he told me this specifically when we left the Ministry of Magic a week ago."

"It's like this again..."

Ron was angry; he was angry at himself.

If I hadn't gone to all that trouble at the end of last semester, saying something like, "Even if you don't tell us, Sherlock and Harry will tell us once we're out this door," perhaps this wouldn't have happened.

Anyway, ever since that incident, whenever Dumbledore tells Sherlock or Harry something, he always tells them not to tell Ron.

but……

"Wait, how did Hermione know?"

Ron suddenly realized something was wrong. "Hermione didn't go to the Ministry of Magic either. Did you secretly tell her instead of me? You're such a..."

He was about to say "he values ​​women more than friends" when he suddenly realized that was wrong.

Harry's relationship with Hermione could never be attributed to prioritizing romance over friendship.

Harry didn't treat Hermione as a girl.

Those are really good buddies!
Therefore... there's only one truth!
Ron couldn't help but look at Sherlock.

"I told her."

Sure enough, Sherlock jumped out on his own initiative.

"Well, you're such a womanizer! You told Hermione but not me!"

Ron finally felt comfortable using that adjective when talking about Sherlock.

"Ron, what are you saying!"

Hermione blushed and said, seemingly scolding, but actually feeling a little pleased.

"Isn't that right?"

We haven't seen each other every day lately, but it's been pretty much the same!

With so many opportunities, he simply didn't tell us about it!

Ron said angrily, "You live in his house, so you're taking advantage of your proximity!"

"Ron, what are you saying!"

At this point, even Ginny, who was standing nearby, couldn't stand it anymore.

Anyone who overheard this conversation would think Ron was fighting Hermione for Sherlock—after all, this is England.

"Is there a possibility?"

Sherlock remained remarkably calm in the face of Ron's anger.

He said calmly, "Because you've never asked me."

"Why didn't I ask? Didn't I just ask?"

"So I just answered you."

"You...I...uh..."

Ron paused, then realized that he hadn't asked Sherlock about this until just now.

"Sherlock, are you saying that if I had asked you about this before, you would have told me?"

"Obviously, my friend."

Sherlock has his own way of judging whether or not he should tell others something.

Anyway, it was Harry Potter who agreed to Dumbledore's request, what does it have to do with me, Sherlock Holmes?
Seeing Sherlock's stance, Ron was completely speechless.

Harry, Hermione, and Ginny couldn't help but laugh.

But the next second, Ginny's smile vanished.

Because two Ravenclaw witches walked into the box side by side.

It was her close friends, Luna Lovegood and Cho Chang.

After Cho Chang entered the box, she glanced at everyone and saw Ron sitting next to Harry, which made her somewhat disappointed.

After a moment's thought, she pulled Luna to sit in another empty chair.

Luna originally wanted to sit with Ginny.

However, since Qiu Zhang had grabbed him, he obediently followed.

To be honest, she wasn't particularly concerned about such things.

Since Qiu Zhang is willing, let's go along with her.

Ginny: (ー`ー)
(End of this chapter)