Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 509 Combing Hair Like an Adult

When Sherlock asked about Barty Crouch Jr., Dumbledore shook his head:

"Unfortunately, we have not heard anything about Crozier so far."

He seems to have disappeared since the Quidditch World Cup final.

However, as far as I know, Voldemort has indeed left the Albanian forests.

At this point, his expression became increasingly serious:
"It now seems that your previous deduction was very likely true."

Voldemort encountered Bertha Jorkins, who was on vacation in Albania, and learned about Crouch Jr. from her, which led him to organize the rescue.

The thought that Bertha Jorkins was most likely dead made Dumbledore frown deeply.

Voldemort had not yet fully recovered his physical body when he killed another wizard.

His hands were truly stained with blood!

As long as this great villain remains undefeated, the magical and Muggle worlds of Britain will never have peace.

"So, what was the Ministry of Magic's decision regarding Crouch the Elder?"

"I'm about to announce my early retirement."

Dumbledore sighed. "Cornelly ultimately refused to reveal the truth, arguing that it would damage the Ministry of Magic's image, especially at this crucial moment when the Triwizard Tournament is being held."

Furthermore, the Bertha Jorkins affair is ultimately just our speculation.

Even now, many people believe that she has simply lost her way and will return in a little over a month.

"Ridiculous! Absurd!"

Sherlock roared:
“Concealing this matter would truly damage the image of the Ministry of Magic!”

Exposing Crouch's crimes to the public and punishing him according to the law and regulations is precisely how the Ministry of Magic's image is protected!

This is utter nonsense, putting the cart before the horse, and utterly incomprehensible!
Even though Johansson is unharmed, it is an undeniable fact that Crouch has inflicted amnesia on her.

Furthermore, his abuse of power in taking his own son, who should have been sentenced to life imprisonment, out of Azkaban is enough to convict him!

“You’re right. Crouch himself is willing to admit his crimes and accept punishment, but this time most people in the Ministry of Magic share Fudge’s opinion.”

They only hope that the three-way battle can be held smoothly; at this stage, all they need is stability.

Fudge even approached me earlier, hinting that I should help the Hogwarts champions win.

"That's exactly what he's capable of doing."

Sherlock's lips curled into a sneer: "I really overestimated them. A Ministry of Magic like this has no image left to maintain."

Dumbledore shook his head with a wry smile:

"In any case, Crouch Jr., who was rescued by Voldemort, is an unstable factor."

I know Voldemort's character all too well. He must have had other plans for going to such great lengths to rescue Crouch.

Therefore, we must not let our guard down. I suspect that they are very likely to use this three-way competition to their advantage.

Sherlock, that's another reason why I hope you can participate.

After saying this, Dumbledore stared intently at Sherlock, hoping he would give a reassuring answer.

"Even if I participate in the three-way competition, it cannot change the situation that the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light - this is the biggest problem at present."

Sherlock's eyes gleamed, as if he were excited about the adventure that was about to begin:
"However, we are not without our advantages."

Voldemort had no idea that we already knew his biggest secret.

Sir, you really should thank Professor Slughorn.

Furthermore, we must make full use of the known information to quickly identify and locate the locations of the Horcruxes.

Of course, it would be even better if a few Horcruxes could be destroyed before he regains his body.

"Ever since I discovered the existence of Horcruxes, I have been working hard on them, and I have made some progress recently."

Dumbledore paused, then asked, "Has Harry been dreaming about Voldemort again lately?"

"No."

"That's good."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief. "Prepare well for the Triwizard Tournament. I'm sure you won't be left out of the Goblet of Fire. Minerva will be very happy."

This conversation with Dumbledore came to an end.

Next, once Harry and the other two return from Hagrid's place, they can register.

Before he knew it, Sherlock had arrived at the foyer.

When he looked at the Goblet of Fire, he paused involuntarily.

Such a coincidence?
The students from Beauxbatons were seen walking through the front door from the field, with Ms. Maxim following behind them.

After everyone had entered the hall, she instructed them to line up.

Those who had been surrounding the Goblet of Fire immediately stepped back to let them pass, watching intently.

One by one, the students of Beauxbatons stepped forward and, in an orderly fashion, tossed their strips of parchment into the blue and white flames.

As before, each name thrown into the fire caused the flames to quickly turn red and sparks to fly out.

When the girl who looked like a Veela, with her long, flowing light blonde hair and deep blue eyes, who had removed her scarf at the banquet, walked gracefully toward the Goblet of Fire, the previously noisy buzzing around her noticeably subsided.

This time, not only Hogwarts, but also many Durmstrang boys followed her with admiration or blank stares.

She herself appeared calm, with a hint of the reserve typical of Beauxbatons students, and even a subtle sense of detachment.

It was as if they had long been used to being watched.

People always say that the British look down on the French, but do the French ever respect the British?
Therefore, the relationship between Beauxbatons in France and Hogwarts in England is quite delicate.

Neither side acknowledges that the other is the strongest magic school in Europe. As for Durmstrang?

Sorry, you bunch of Nordic barbarians, go play somewhere else!
In the eyes of Beauxbatons' students, Hogwarts was only strong because it had Dumbledore, the world's greatest wizard, as its headmaster; otherwise, the black hole in the Defense Against the Dark Arts course alone would have been no match for them.

However, just as the girl threw her name into the flames and turned to leave, an unexpected voice suddenly rang in her ear:

"Hello, Miss Delacour."

Fleur Delacour froze almost imperceptibly for a second.

The parchment bearing her name landed steadily in the flames, the blue flames instantly turning a fiery red, bursting into sparks—the program was complete.

But instead of looking away immediately after throwing in her note, she slowly and very awkwardly raised her eyelids to look at the person who had spoken.

The boy's appearance and demeanor were enough to attract attention at first glance.

She was tall and thin for her age, with a face that was angular and defined.

His gray eyes, long, narrow, hooked nose, and square, prominent jaw all give him an air of alertness and decisiveness.

When did he arrive?!
As she sized up Sherlock, Sherlock was also carefully observing her.

In the depths of those deep blue eyes, Sherlock caught a fleeting look of surprise.

This was followed by a deeper sense of vigilance and a suppressed struggle to maintain calm.

Sherlock immediately understood.

My earlier deduction was indeed correct.

The other person recognized him. It seemed that his sudden approach and conversation had made her attempts to conceal her identity far less effective than his actions at the dinner party the previous night.

"Who are you?"

Furong quickly reacted as if she had been called out by a stranger, asking warily:
"Why do you know my name?"

"Isn't it clearly written on the parchment you threw into the Goblet of Fire?"
Fleur Delacour – Beauxbatons

Or are you registering someone else?

Seeing Sherlock casually give the answer, Fleur couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

so far so good.

I almost thought I had been recognized.

I was being too sensitive. He was only four or five years old when I last met Sherlock, so it's normal that he doesn't remember me.

Normally, most people can only remember one or two memorable things from their childhood. Sometimes it's not even a complete story, but just one or two images, or even just one or two sentences.

If that's the case, why did he look for me?

As if sensing Fleur's thoughts, Sherlock smiled slightly:
“I am Sherlock Holmes, an ordinary student at Hogwarts. Miss Delacour, I'm here to see you because…”

"Because I'm hungry."

At Hagrid's cabin, Ron couldn't help but whisper to his two friends, "When are we going back to the castle?"

In fact, Hagrid did treat the three of them to lunch, but that meal was really...

how to say?

According to Hagrid himself, the dish he made was a steak stew.

However, Hermione found a huge claw in her portion.

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After that, all three of them lost their appetite.

After a while, as Ron watched Hagrid begin to mend the quilt by threading coarse yellow yarn through a thick bone knitting needle, he became restless.

Harry and Hermione also wanted to return as soon as possible.

Harry wanted to discuss with Sherlock whether or not they should participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

He was very conflicted.

Sirius wrote him a letter these past two days, urging him to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, and saying that the Godfather would offer advice.

Harry himself couldn't suppress the adventurous spirit in his personality and wanted to participate in the competition.

But he was also worried that Sherlock would be chosen as a warrior while he himself would not.

That's not the worst.

Worse still, the real headache would be if Sherlock didn't participate in the Triwizard Tournament or wasn't chosen for the Goblet of Fire, and instead he was chosen.

So after thinking it over, he decided to use the old method.

When in doubt, consult Sherlock.

Hermione, on the other hand, was somewhat annoyed by Hagrid's abrupt refusal to join SPEW.

Now, she sadly discovers that in the vast Hogwarts, there is not a single person who supports her.

Even Luna, who was known as the "crazy girl," thought she was doing some inexplicable things.

"Why should we set them free? They're happy right now!"
Hermione, by fighting for their freedom, you're actually robbing them of their happiness!

Luna, you actually used my words against me!
Hermione felt exhausted, especially after that awful lunch, so she wanted to get back as soon as possible.

By the way, does Sherlock intend to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? If he does, then I will certainly give him my full support.

The three of them hit it off immediately, but when they said they were about to leave, Hagrid called them back.

“I’ll go with you,” Hagrid said, setting aside his mending. “Wait for me a moment.”

Hagrid got up and walked to the dresser beside the bed, starting to search for something inside.

The three of them didn't pay much attention at first, until a particularly unpleasant smell entered their nostrils.

Ron couldn't help but cough and asked:

"Cough cough... Hagrid, cough cough... What's that?"

"Ok?"

Hagrid turned around, holding a large bottle, and asked with some doubt, "Don't you like it? The book says it's very popular?"

"Is it a moisturizing perfume you apply after shaving?"

Hermione was almost suffocating, but she still managed to ask the question.

“Hmm—it’s cologne,” Hagrid said, his face flushed red. His voice was hoarse. “Sorry, I probably sprayed too much. I’ll wash it off. Please wait a little longer…”

He walked heavily out of the hut and frantically washed his face in a bucket of water outside the window.

"Cologne?" Hermione asked in surprise. "Hagrid?"

She simply couldn't connect the two things.

"And what about that suit and hair? What's going on?"

Harry was equally bewildered.

Hagrid exuded a strange aura today.

Shh, look!

Ron suddenly pointed out the window and said.

The three of them looked up and were completely dumbfounded.

Hagrid had finished washing his face and straightened up to walk forward.

His target was none other than Ms. Maxim and Beauxbatons' students, who had just arrived from the direction of the castle.

Because of the distance, none of the three could hear what they were saying.

but!

They could clearly see that Hagrid's face was even redder than before when he was talking to Ms. Maxim, almost as red as Ron's hair.

Not only that, but he looked at Ms. Maxim with a fascination, his eyes seemingly veiled with tears.

Even if you beat all three of them to death, you would never have imagined that you would see such an expression on Hagrid's face.

Hermione exclaimed in surprise, "Wait, wasn't he saying he was going to come back to the castle with us?"

Hagrid seemed to have completely forgotten the three of them, and without even glancing back at his hut, he walked heavily across the field with Ms. Maxim.

The students from Beauxbatons had to jog to keep up with their long strides.

"Oh my bloody mother of hell!"

Ron said in disbelief, "He...he actually fell in love with her!"

Harry: ……]((o__)'彡☆
None of the three of them ever expected that Hagrid would comb his hair like an adult and wear a handsome suit, all for Mrs. Maxim.

(End of this chapter)