Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 497 Hermione, You're Even More Despicable Than Sherlock

Uranus, the planet of the heavens.

There's nothing wrong with the word itself.

Coincidentally, the pronunciation of Uranus is exactly the same as Your anus.

Therefore, Ron's statement "Can I have a look at Uranus?" can also be interpreted as "Can I have a look at your anus?"

Ron said that to Lavender Brown, a girl, no wonder Seamus thought he was being inappropriate.

At this moment, even the thick-skinned Ron felt a little embarrassed when his good friend Harry brought up the matter directly.

"Hehe, just kidding, just kidding..."

Just then, Hermione caught up with them from behind and said excitedly:

"Did the divination class assign a ton of homework?"
Ha—Professor Victor didn't assign any homework!

With Hermione arriving, Harry naturally felt embarrassed to discuss the "Uranus" issue in front of her any longer.

Ron was also quite relieved that Harry had finally let him go, so he went along with Hermione's suggestion and continued:
"Yes, Professor Victor is so kind."

Harry glanced at Ron but said nothing more.

As time goes by, the boys and girls have reached the age where they begin to experience romantic feelings.

In this respect alone, the magical world and the Muggle world are of course no different.

However, even Ron was unaware of one thing.

Judging from Lavender Brown's reaction just now, even though Ron made a lewd joke, she did not object strongly.

Ron probably hasn't realized what this means yet?
And myself...

Harry couldn't help but sigh, "I really am such a naive boy."

However, Ron's relief did not last long.

When they were having dinner, Dean came over with a copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Hey, Lao Luo, your dad's in the newspaper."

"What? Let me see!"

Upon hearing this, Ron immediately grabbed the newspaper.

However, upon seeing only the title, his face immediately darkened.

The Ministry of Magic is in new trouble again.

Just from the title, Ron already sensed that the rest of the content was unlikely to be anything good.

Sure enough, in the following content, the female reporter Rita Skeeter used a very biased description to severely criticize Mr. Weasley.

Simply put, it brought up that unnamed incident from the last Quidditch World Cup.

It is explicitly stated that after the Quidditch World Cup, "a certain official" from the Ministry of Magic was none other than Arnold Weasley of the Office for Prohibiting the Misuse of Muggle Items.

She couldn't even spell Mr. Weasley's name correctly.

It seems he's been confused with Arnold Pisgood.

Not only that, she also brought up another matter.

That was when Mr. Weasley got into a fight with several Muggles over a large number of highly offensive dumpsters.

Not only that, she also took a jab at the retired Auror, Alastor Moody, who had appeared at Peter Pettigrew's public trial.

It is said that since retiring, this Auror has been unable to distinguish between a normal handshake and a premeditated murder.

As for Mr. Weasley, he received an alarm from Moody’s residence, only to find out upon arrival that it was a false alarm.

But since things had come to this point, he had no choice but to use magic to alter the memories of several Muggle police officers, ultimately preventing the situation from escalating.

This incident could at most be considered an overreaction by Mad-Eye Moody, and had nothing to do with Mr. Weasley.

But the most crucial sentence is:
When a reporter from the Daily Prophet asked him why he wanted to involve the Ministry of Magic in this pointless and potentially very troublesome affair, Mr. Weasley refused to answer.

This reporter from The Daily Prophet is undoubtedly Rita Skeeter.

In addition, she also attached a photo.

The Weasleys were standing side by side in front of their own house, and it's unclear under what circumstances she took the photo.

"She even got my dad's name wrong!"

Ron said angrily:
"After the Quidditch World Cup, the Ministry of Magic prohibited anyone from answering questions without authorization."

That damned woman definitely knew that; she must have done it on purpose!

"Don't be angry, Ron."

Harry patted Ron on the back and comforted him, "Everyone knows this woman is mentally ill."

Not everyone knows this.

Sherlock said calmly, "In fact, this report will give a lot of people preconceived notions."

Harry and Hermione looked at Sherlock with a hint of helplessness.

Although the two were already familiar with Sherlock's mannerisms, they still felt helpless whenever he said such inappropriate things.

It seems Sherlock can't break this habit.

Harry sighed, and Hermione shook her head as well, and began to divide the beef stew into Sherlock and Harry's bowls.

"What about mine?"

Ron's eyes widened. How come I'm the only one left out?

"I thought you had lost your appetite!"

"Outrageous!" Ron roared. "Hermione, you're even worse than Sherlock!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

Hermione said calmly, then began to wolf down her food as she had at noon.

"You're not going to the library again tonight, are you?"

Harry looked at her like this and asked with some concern.

“Of course I’m going,” Hermione mumbled, her mouth full. “I have a ton of work to do.”

Ron, now also indulging in his meal, channeling his grief and anger into his appetite, was taken aback by Hermione's words:
"But you told us, Professor Victor—"

"It's not schoolwork."

Just like at noon, Hermione finished eating what was on her plate, said goodbye to the three of them, and left in a hurry.

"Is she still going to look up information about house-elves?"

Watching Hermione's hurried departure, Harry and Ron exchanged glances and couldn't help but ask.

"Obviously, my friend."

Sherlock smiled slightly as he spoke, “Just as I said at noon, once she stops running to the library, she will be able to tell us the history of house-elves.”

"It's better not to listen to that kind of thing."

Ron shook his head and went back to struggling with the beef on his plate.

The next two days were uneventful, with everyone attending classes as usual.

Hermione still goes to the library whenever she has free time.

She did heed Sherlock's advice, and instead of going on a hunger strike, she sought a different approach to advocate for the rights of house-elves.

Another noteworthy figure is Professor Snape, the Slytherin professor and Potions teacher.

For some unknown reason, his desire for revenge seems to have reached a new high after this summer vacation.

Of course, it was also because someone gave him a perfectly valid reason. Neville Longbottom, the forgetful young wizard who was also terrified of Snape, melted his cauldron yet again during Potions class.

This is the sixth crucible he has burned.

Professor Snape unceremoniously gave Neville a "deduction of house points + solitary confinement" package, ordering him to gut a large bucket of horned toads.

When Neville returned, dragging his heavy steps, he looked as if he had just been pulled out of a mud pit.

His uniform jacket was covered in dark brown slime, and a few toad hairs clung to his cuffs. His fingers were stiffly curled, and dark green entrails were embedded in his fingernails.

His lips were pale, his eyes were red, and even his breathing was trembling; his nerves were on the verge of snapping.

Upon seeing Sherlock around the corner of the corridor, she cried out as if grasping at a straw:

"Help me, Sherlock!"

He almost instinctively started asking his fencing coach for advice.

“We need a cleansing charm now,” Sherlock said, his gaze sweeping over Neville before turning directly to Hermione.

"give it to me!"

Hermione nodded and walked over quickly.

She took her wand from her pocket, tapped Neville's hand lightly with her fingertips, and said patiently:
"First, focus your attention and imagine the dirt under your fingernails being washed away by the water flow, then repeat after me, 'Refreshed!'"
Make sure your pronunciation is clear, and point the tip of your wand at the stain.

As she spoke, she slowed down her movements to demonstrate, allowing Neville to see every detail so she could help him clean the disgusting toad entrails from under his fingernails.

"Heh, we all know why Snape has such a bad temper," Ron said with a sneer as he watched the scene unfold.

Harry sighed. "He always likes to target Gryffindor students."

It can only be said that Neville took the bullet for himself.

Without Neville, I would definitely have been the one to lose points in this lesson.

"Not only that, but Professor Lupin was also re-elected as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Ron added.

Everyone at Hogwarts knew that Professor Snape had always wanted to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.

This is why he harbored resentment towards all the teachers of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he made no attempt to hide it.

In particular, Professor Lu Ping.

Because he was so popular with his classmates.

What Snape found even more unacceptable was that such a popular teacher was also a ruthless person.

"Sherlock, would Snape have deliberately leaked Professor Lupin's identity?"

Hearing Ron say that, Harry asked with some concern.

His suspicions were not unfounded—after all, when Professor Lupin took leave last semester, Snape had consciously guided everyone to think in that direction.

Although only Sherlock and Hermione ultimately understood Snape's true intentions, that was enough to illustrate his resentment.

“No,” Sherlock shook his head. “He has abandoned this plan after Peter Pettigrew was exposed.”

“But…Professor Lupin has been re-elected this year,” Harry said, still somewhat worried. “What if…”

"Nothing unexpected."

Sherlock said with certainty, “He won’t do that—but he would certainly be happy if Professor Lupin exposed himself.”

"What are you talking about?"

Hermione walked over and, seeing their lively discussion, couldn't help but ask.

"We were talking about Professor Lupin," Harry said, glancing at Neville, who was letting out a long sigh of relief. "Is it resolved?"

“It’s resolved. Let’s talk as we walk.”

On the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry also told Hermione about his concerns.

"If Sherlock says Snape won't say it, then he definitely won't say it."

Hermione said with certainty that she had an almost blind trust in Sherlock's judgment.

However, she immediately frowned. "But if this continues—taking leave every time the moon is full and having Professor Snape cover for him—he'll find out sooner or later..."

Ron laughed and said, "Don't worry, a summer vacation has passed, Dumbledore will definitely have a way."

"hope so."

Hermione said this, but she didn't agree in her heart.

Indeed, Dumbledore is widely recognized as the greatest wizard of our time.

But judging from the years they've spent in school, this old man has clearly been holding Sherlock back the whole time...

Thinking of this, Hermione quickly put away this somewhat disrespectful thought.

Sherlock is indeed very powerful!

However, I cannot belittle Dumbledore because of this.

Perhaps Dumbledore really did have some deeper meaning behind it.

When the lion cubs arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Lupin had not yet arrived.

Everyone was already used to Professor Lu Ping's lateness, so they weren't surprised; in fact, they were quite excited.

Finally, finally, finally!
The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts isn't changed every year!

And those who stayed were the best teachers they had ever had!

How incredibly lucky!
When Professor Remus Lupin walked in, he was unsurprisingly greeted with enthusiastic applause.

Professor Lu Ping stopped, gently placed his hands on the podium, and slowly scanned each excited face with his gaze.

His eyes were slightly moist, and a gentle smile filled the fine lines at the corners of his eyes. Even his usually pale cheeks were flushed with a faint blush.

He cleared his throat, his voice softer than usual:
"First of all, it is an honor to continue teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts course to everyone."

Professor Lu Ping remained as gentle as ever, and his complexion was much better than last year.

His eyes, which were usually somewhat tired, were now shining brightly.

Not only that, but everyone also noticed that he had changed into a new robe.

"It seems that Hogwarts pays him a good salary."

Ron moved closer to Sherlock and Harry and started whispering.

Sherlock nodded slightly.

Ron was right this time.

Because of his immigration status, Professor Lu Ping has been unable to find a normal job all these years.

He could only take on short-term jobs that were far beyond his capabilities and paid very little.

But all of that changed after I came to Hogwarts last year.

On the one hand, Dumbledore was generous enough to offer a generous salary—in fact, Lupin's contributions were indeed worthy of that salary.

On the other hand, it was because of Severus Snape.

The potions master could provide him with an unlimited supply of wolfsbane potions for free, which saved Lupin the biggest expense—a double blessing.

With Hogwarts providing room and board, Professor Lupin was finally able to save his money.

Under these circumstances, he was finally able to buy himself a new outfit.

“Last school year, we learned how to deal with Boggart, Red Hat, Hinkpunk, Greendylow, Kaba…”

Professor Lu Ping's gaze swept over the entire class, a faint smile remaining on his face throughout:
"In this way, we have finally caught up with the schedule."

(End of this chapter)