Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 507 I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.

"Yes, brother, yes."

When Harry asked if anyone had put their name in the Goblet of Fire, Ron replied:
"It's Durmstrang's gang."

He stared intently at the Goblet of Fire, took a bite of his bread, and explained to Sherlock and Harry:

"But we haven't seen anyone sign up for Hogwarts yet."

“Maybe someone put our names in while we were sleeping last night,” Harry guessed. “If it were me, I would have done the same.”

Sherlock chuckled at this, looked at Neville, and was about to speak when a burst of laughter came from behind them:
"Haha, it's not like we're doing anything illegal, why are we sneaking around!"

Without turning around, Sherlock knew that behind him were the Weasley twins and their good friend Lee Jordan.

Sure enough, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan hurried down the stairs, all three looking excited.

Fred walked up to Harry and slapped him on the shoulder:
"Watch closely, Harry, we're about to drop the name in!"

George laughed, "We'll just throw our names in openly and honestly, no sneaking around!"

“If any of us wins, the thousand Galleons will be split equally among the three of us,” Lee Jordan added, beaming with delight.

"I don't think you guys will necessarily be selected as warriors."

Hermione, however, poured cold water on their enthusiasm at this moment:
"Even if you become a Warrior, you might not be able to win the Triwizard Tournament."

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan ignored her.

Does this person even know how to talk?!

"Are you ready?"

Fred, trembling with excitement, said to the other two, "Then I'll go first—"

As he spoke, he pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket.

Sherlock's gaze swept over it and he noticed the words "Fred Weasley - Hogwarts" written on it.

Fred walked step by step to the Goblet of Fire, tiptoed slightly, and solemnly tossed the parchment into it.

The flames seemed to have an attraction, pulling the paper directly towards them.

The next moment, the originally blue and white flames quickly turned red and sparks flew out.

"Success!"

Seeing that Fred had completed the task, George and Lee Jordan gave each other a high five, and then threw in the parchment with their names written on it.

Just like before, once someone threw a piece of parchment into it, the flames turned red and sparks flew out.

"Let's go and eat first."

Sherlock glanced at the Goblet of Fire and gestured for everyone to stop standing there.

Because it's Halloween, the auditorium's decorations have been changed again.

A large swarm of live bats flew around the enchanted ceiling, while hundreds of pumpkin-carved figures peered at everyone from every corner.

Once everyone was seated, Dean couldn't wait to tell Sherlock:
"Some say that Warrington got up early in the morning and put his name in."

"Who is Warrington?" Sherlock had no recollection of the name.

"It's that big guy from Slytherin, he looks just like a sloth."

"And what is a sloth?" Ron couldn't help but ask.

"A slow-moving mammal native to Central and South America, which often lives on tree branches and feeds on grass and fruit."

Hermione immediately said.

Ron touched his nose; even with Hermione's explanation, he still couldn't understand.

Because he couldn't conjure up an image of a sloth in his mind based on Hermione's explanation.

However, Sherlock, reminded by Dean, unearthed the name and the image it represented from a corner of his memory attic.

Cassius Warrington, a Chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team.

And you know what? Dean's description was pretty accurate; the guy really did look like a sloth.

Having faced the Slinterling Quidditch team more than once, Harry shook his head in disgust upon hearing this.
"We can't let Slytherin students become warriors!"

"Don't worry, even if no one else participates, that guy is no match for Fred, George, and Jordan. Only if the Goblet of Fire is blind would they choose him!"

“Ron, the Goblet of Fire doesn’t have eyes…”

"Navie, can't you tell I'm joking?"

"Ah, I'm sorry..."

"I already said it was a joke, why are you apologizing?"

"Oh, is it wrong to apologize?"

"..."

"Hufflepuff's classmates are all talking about Diggory."

While Ron and Neville were still debating, Seamus suddenly interrupted, his tone extremely contemptuous:
"However, in my opinion, he probably wouldn't be willing to risk his good looks."

Sherlock shook his head, somewhat puzzled as to where Seamus's inexplicable hostility towards Cedric came from.

Based solely on my interactions with him over the past few years, Cedric Diggory is, in every respect, an exceptionally talented individual.

When Harry's match was disrupted by Dementors last time, he even suggested a rematch.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Cedric will undoubtedly be among the champions representing Hogwarts.

However, Hermione knew perfectly well that Seamus was like this precisely because Cedric Diggory was too good and too perfect.

She has excellent academic performance and is the prefect of Hufflepuff.

He is also the captain of the school's Quidditch team, and last year he personally led a team to defeat Gryffindor.

There's a high probability I'll become the student council president next year.

In addition, he was tall and handsome, so he had quite a few girls in school who liked him.

Even the three female chasers on the Hogwarts Quidditch team would giggle when he was mentioned.

You can hardly find any flaws in him.

People like this naturally arouse jealousy among their own sex.

Ron brought this up a couple of days ago.

On the contrary, people like Sherlock, whose strengths and weaknesses are equally prominent, do not arouse the jealousy of others.

Hermione didn't want to argue with Seamus about this and was about to say something to change the subject when suddenly her eyes lit up:
"Listen quickly!"

But then bursts of cheers could be heard.

Everyone turned around in their seats and saw Angelina Johnson, the Chaser of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, walk into the Great Hall.

Seeing everyone staring at her, she grinned a little shyly.

She was a tall, dark-skinned girl.

Lee Jordan has praised her beauty on more than one occasion while commentating on Quidditch matches and has even asked her out on dates.

Unfortunately, it has not been successful so far.

Angelina walked over to them, sat down, and said:

"Hi everyone! I've submitted my name!"

As if afraid that others might misunderstand, she added another sentence:
"Don't worry about me taking your spots. I just turned seventeen last week!"

"Ah, I'm so happy that there are finally girls in Gryffindor!"

Hermione said sincerely, "I truly hope you succeed, Angelina!"

"Thank you, Hermione."

Angelina said, giving Hermione a slight smile.

"Yes, I'd rather it be you than that pretty boy Diggory."

That's what Simo said.

Hermione frowned. Seamus's hostility towards Cedric was a bit too much, wasn't it?
Sure enough, his words drew angry glares from several Hufflepuff students passing by their table.

“There are three spots available!” Angelina shook her head.

"Besides, Diggory isn't some pretty boy; he's an exceptionally talented young man."

If I could actually compete with him, our chances of success would definitely increase significantly.

Simo was speechless.

He never expected that his own people would support Cedric.

Having failed in his attempt to look cool, and facing the gloating gazes of the Hufflepuff students, Seamus simply changed course:
"By the way, Sherlock, Harry, aren't you going to give it a try?"

It would be too boring if the Lion King and the Savior didn't participate.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "I haven't thought about it yet."

As he spoke, he looked at Sherlock.

Seeing this, Seamus also looked at Sherlock.

"Not urgent."

Sherlock smiled slightly. "There are twenty-four hours in total. We can think about it slowly."

"Let's join in, Lao Xia, Lao Ha, the three of us brothers will go together!"

“This won’t work. The principal said there has to be a seventeen-year-old.”

"Navie, I've noticed you're getting better and better at making people upset lately."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ron, I misspoke again."

“Emmmmmm…”

Everyone chatted and ate, and the breakfast quickly ended in a pleasant atmosphere.

While they were eating, more and more people were putting parchment with their names on it into the Goblet of Fire.

As they were leaving the Great Hall, they happened to see Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle throwing parchment into the Goblet of Fire.

"Hmph, he actually wants to participate too? Doesn't he even consider whether he has the ability?"

Ron said dismissively when he saw this.

"Whether or not you get selected is one thing, whether or not you participate is another."

Sherlock's gaze swept over the students surrounding the Goblet of Fire, then he looked at Neville with a smile:

"Even if you're unwilling, you still have to do it for the sake of the family's honor, right?"

"Sherlock, you...you found out?"

"It's obvious."

"What are you talking about!"

Watching Sherlock and Neville's seemingly cryptic conversation, the friends asked in confusion.

"I slipped my name in last night while you were all asleep."

Neville whispered, "I thought you were all asleep and didn't know."

“I didn’t know at first, but the quill you used to write down the passwords last night is mine, dear Neville.”

Sherlock smiled at him. "Your expression tells me that you don't even know about this yet."

"what--!"

Neville was taken aback by what he heard, then realized what he meant and said, "I'm sorry, Sherlock."

I was worried that I wouldn't remember the password after leaving the tower, so I thought I'd find some paper and pen to write it down...

So that was your pen after all?

Everyone couldn't help but smile when they heard this.

Neville's memory is truly unparalleled.

Next, Harry said he wanted to go see Hagrid.

After all, judging from the banquet last night, he seemed to have suffered a minor injury.

“Well,” Ron shrugged. “Hopefully he won’t ask us to donate a few fingers to the Blasttail.”

Harry was both amused and exasperated by what he heard.

Upon hearing their words, Hermione's face suddenly lit up with extreme excitement.

"I just remembered—I haven't persuaded Hagrid to join SPEW yet!"

She said happily, "Wait a moment, I'll go upstairs to get a badge, okay?"

Without waiting for their reply, he ran off in a flash.

What exactly is wrong with her?

Ron watched Hermione run up the marble stairs and said irritably:
"Old Hagrid, I bet you, Hagrid will never join in the vomiting!"

"Then there's no way to gamble, because that's what I think too."

"Boring!"

Ron spread his hands and looked at Sherlock, "Old Sherlock, what are you thinking? Do you want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament or not?"
Many people asked me about this this morning. Lavender told me that even if you and Old Ha don't participate, someone else will put your names in the ballot.

"Oh, is that possible?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

"Of course, Dumbledore didn't say you can't sign up for someone else, it's just that in situations like this, people prefer to do it themselves."

Sherlock smiled slightly, "I will give you my answer by this afternoon at the latest."

"That's good," Ron said with a sigh of relief. "That way, it won't take up my time."

Sherlock and Harry exchanged a smile upon hearing this.

When Hermione returned with the SPEW badge, she found only Harry and Ron waiting for her, and asked in surprise:

"Where is Sherlock?"

“He has other things to do and said he won’t be coming with us.”

Hearing Harry's answer, Hermione was somewhat disappointed, but she still walked towards Hagrid's hut with Harry and Ron.

Upon reaching the edge of the forest, the three unexpectedly discovered the huge powder-blue carriage that the Beauxbatons students had ridden when they arrived at Hogwarts.

It was parked about 200 yards from the main entrance of Hagrid's cabin, and a few students were getting out of the car.

The enormous Pegasus pulling the carriage was grazing in a makeshift enclosure next to the carriage.

Ron lingered there for quite a while, until Harry and Hermione pulled him away reluctantly.

Seeing Ron looking back every few steps, Harry couldn't help but tease, "Should we have Sherlock introduce you two?"

"Who?" Ron feigned ignorance.

"Stop pretending, you're just standing there to see that girl, aren't you?"

Hermione said grumpily.

"I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense..."

Ron blushed and waved his hands repeatedly.

Harry shook his head at his appearance and went up to knock on Hagrid's door.

A low, guttural bark immediately came from inside the house.

"Finally here!"