Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 515 The Lion King Savior and Others
Sherlock ultimately did not take Harry to explore the dormitories of the other houses.

They received a warm welcome upon returning to the Gryffindor common room.

The last time we had such a grand celebration was when Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup last semester.

Everyone was screaming, cheering, and whistling.

The Weasley twins were still somewhat unhappy about Cedric being chosen as captain.

"Why is that big oaf captain? Just because he's old?" George yelled.

"And there's the grudge from the last Quidditch match," Fred added fuel to the fire.

“Come on, why are you all so prejudiced against him?” Angelina Johnson said. “He took my place, and I didn’t react like this.”

“That’s right, Diggory is tall and handsome, and a lot of girls like him,” Arya Spinnet said.

Katie Bell also laughed and said, "Yes, he's muscular and doesn't talk much."

After saying this, the three female ball chasers giggled together.

"Being good-looking doesn't put food on the table!" Fred said impatiently.

“He speaks little because he’s too stupid to say two words at the same time,” George went even further.

Their words immediately drew the ire of the three girls.

However, the discussion about Cedric Diggory only lasted a short while.

Soon, the voices of the Lion King and the Savior resounded throughout the lounge.

The Weasley twins egged them on, and the two were tossed into the air one after the other.

Hermione and Ginny, who were standing nearby, were quite frightened.

Once the two were put down, Lee Jordan produced a Gryffindor flag from somewhere and, together with Ron, wrapped it around Harry like a cloak.

Sherlock was too agile, and they couldn't catch him.

The celebration didn't end until Professor McGonagall arrived in the common room in her pajamas.

“This scene feels so familiar,” Harry said wearily.

Ron, standing nearby, gloated: "Becoming a warrior comes at a price."

"Ronald, you were the biggest troublemaker just now!"

Hermione said with displeasure, "And they even encouraged others to throw them up there. What if they didn't catch them?"

"Come on, Harry fell from a height of that height on the field and was fine, this is nothing at all."

“Ron, do you mean you want your best friend to fall again?” Ginny said, hands on her hips.

"Hey, hey, I didn't say that."

"Let's go, let them get some rest, it's getting late."

Hermione glanced at Sherlock, who was smiling but saying nothing, pulled Ginny aside, and said goodnight to the three boys.

Back in his dormitory, Harry was about to collapse into bed when he suddenly realized he was still wearing the bright red Gryffindor flag that Lee Jordan had tied to him earlier.

He wanted to take it off quickly, but the knot was tied very tightly.

"Ron, come give me a hand!"

Harry, seeing Ron watching the show without moving, said irritably, "You're involved in this too."

Ron walked over with a grin and started helping Harry take the flag off.

"A prize of one thousand Galleons, that's great... and I don't even have to take the academic year exams..."

"You're making it sound like we're guaranteed to win the championship."

"Isn't that right? With you and Sherlock, defeating Durmstrang and Beauxbatons is a piece of cake!"

"That's not the case at all!"

After Harry finally took off the flag and threw it in the corner, he recounted what had just happened with a sense of helplessness.

Ron's eyes widened: "Ha, they're actually stupid enough to think that being older is an advantage?"

"From a normal logical point of view, their idea is not wrong."

Sherlock was already lying on the bed when he slowly began to speak:
"If it's a wizard who has already graduated, the age of three might not matter."

However, for students in school, seventh graders receive three more years of magical education than fourth graders.

Many spells that are easily performed by older students are ones that we've probably never even heard of.

"But you are different!"

Ron retorted, unconvinced:
"You confronted the mysterious person head-on in your first year and emerged victorious!"
In second grade, he defeated him again, just like he did fifty years ago!

If we add the time when Harry was still a baby, Vader has been defeated by Harry three times!

Even if the Three Kingdoms Tournament is dangerous, can it be more dangerous than the Mysterious Man?

The three-way battle for supremacy has at least restarted, but no one dares to utter the mysterious man's name yet..."

Harry suddenly realized that Ron's words made a lot of sense, and he was speechless.

Then Sherlock delivered a heavy blow to Ron, "What do you mean there aren't? There are two right in front of you—Voldemort—Harry, demonstrate again!"

"Don't--!"

Ron shuddered. "Brothers, big brothers, I was wrong, I was wrong, okay?"

He looked at Sherlock with a resentful gaze.

Ron actually had some ulterior motives.

As the least valued child in the family, Ron had to compete with so many older brothers.

Who knew that after enrolling in school, I would end up being roommates with the chosen one.

And not just one, but two!
Wherever they go, Sherlock and Harry are always the ones who attract everyone's attention.

Whenever others saw them, Ron was ignored and sidelined. For the past few years, he had silently endured it without ever uttering a word.

Because he was still reasonable, he knew that none of this was what Sherlock and Harry themselves were pursuing.

This is fundamentally different from Gilderoy Lockhart.

But how should I put it this time?

He wanted to take a gamble.

Leaving aside the spots for those over seventeen, there are two spots for those under seventeen!
Although everyone, including himself, believed that the Lion King and the Savior were a foregone conclusion.

But...what if?
What if he possesses some overlooked quality that would allow him to be chosen by the Goblet of Fire in place of Sherlock or Harry?
So these past two days, he appeared calm and collected on the surface, but in reality, he was extremely anxious.

Until the moment the answer is revealed.

He finally gave up.

I am just an ordinary person after all, and I can't compare to these two prodigies.

However, this suppressed emotion was very uncomfortable, so during the celebration, he went a bit too far than usual.

Fortunately, everyone was so excited that Sherlock and Harry could become warriors that no one noticed his ulterior motives.

But at this moment, when he was talking to Sherlock and Harry, he also spoke in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

Of course, it's very, very faint.

Because he knew perfectly well that what he was doing was wrong.

But it is precisely because of this that it feels even more awkward.

If this continues, he might lose control and say something strange.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock forcibly stopped it in this way.

“Dear Ron, being too emotional will inevitably hinder correct reasoning and lead one away from the truth.” Harry and Ron were both surprised to hear Sherlock suddenly say such a nonsensical thing.

Ron paused, then couldn't help but ask, "Sherlock, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

“Emotions are a great catalyst, Ron; they can ignite passion and blur boundaries.”

Sherlock, still resting his chin on his hands, turned to look at Ron, and slowly said as Ron's gaze gradually cleared from confusion:
"But real choices, especially those that concern right and wrong, and the path to take, require us to temporarily treat emotions as evidence to be analyzed, rather than letting them sit on the judge's bench and issue orders."

A logical chain of reasoning is always more sound than a momentary impulse, especially when it concerns something we cherish.

In the past, if Sherlock had suddenly uttered such a long passage, Ron certainly wouldn't have understood it.

He didn't want to bother figuring it out; he'd just ask Sherlock for the answer.

But this time, he miraculously understood.

Yup!

He suddenly realized, this is Sherlock!
That person is someone who can see through people's thoughts without using mind control or spiritual manipulation!

How could she possibly hide her own little thoughts from him?

"Sherlock, I..."

Forget what I just said.

“What?” Ron looked at Sherlock in surprise.

"You only need to remember one thing: never let your emotions cloud your reason and affect your judgment."

After Sherlock finished speaking, a brief silence fell over the dormitory, broken only by the sound of the wind outside the window and the usual soft noises of the Gryffindor Tower.

Harry was still completely confused, but he was so tired today that he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, despite his bewilderment.

Before long, he began to talk in his sleep, which blended harmoniously with Neville's snoring.

As for Ron, he definitely won't be able to sleep.

Shylock's words were like a pebble thrown into still water, creating ripples that spread silently through his heart.

November arrived, and Sherlock, as usual, took Harry and Neville out for their morning exercise.

While Neville was wielding his sword alone, Harry couldn't help but ask about what Sherlock had told him the day before.

Sherlock looked at him with some surprise: "Brother, I thought you would forget about it!"

"Speak quickly!" Harry urged.

Seeing Harry's reaction, Sherlock then spoke the words he had left unsaid yesterday.

Anyone who wants to enter Hufflepuff must strike a fixed barrel at a specified rhythm.

If the tapping rhythm is off, or if the wrong bucket is tapped, the bottom of the other bucket will burst open, soaking the intruder in vinegar and triggering an alarm.

On the morning of the first day of November, Sherlock told Harry about the disciplinary measures in the Hufflepuff common room as promised, finally satisfying his curiosity.

On their way back to the dormitory, the students who had already eaten breakfast greeted them warmly.

Without a doubt, Sherlock and Harry are now heroes of Gryffindor, and even the entire Hogwarts.

"Harry, what's wrong?"

Seeing Harry suddenly hesitate, Neville couldn't help but ask curiously.

Harry is a little scared now.

If he enters the auditorium now, it means he will face a warm welcome from other students.

But if he didn't go to the auditorium, he would have to stay here and let the Crevie brothers pester him.

These two were different from the others; they weren't interested in Sherlock and were simply die-hard Harry fans.

For example, right now, the two of them are waving frantically at Harry, hoping he'll come over to them.

“How about I go down and get you some bread?” Neville said kindly.

“Great idea!” Harry said gratefully.

"Sherlock, aren't you going to the Great Hall either?"

"Go, why not go?"

Sherlock smiled slightly, then looked at Harry, "Brother, I think you shouldn't care too much about what others think."

Harry hesitated for a moment, then nodded and followed Sherlock.

Following Sherlock, at least I feel a little safer.

Sure enough, the two were welcomed by everyone upon arriving at the auditorium.

And of course, there's Cedric.

However, as the only two underage wizards remaining among the nine participating warriors, they naturally received more attention than Cedric.

Even the Hufflepuff students seemed more interested in them.

Seeing Sherlock's unmoved expression, Harry said admiringly:

"When will I be able to do what you do?"

Hermione and Ron nodded in agreement.

To some extent, all three of them are the kind of people who are easily influenced by the words and actions of others.

Harry needs no introduction; from his first year, he suffered from the annoyance of being the center of attention.

Wherever he went, people stared at his forehead dumbly, often with a look of pity.

Harry had been trying to tell them that he didn't need any of that.

He was willing to trade this treatment with anyone else to get his parents, who had been killed by Voldemort, back.

Hermione wasn't much better off; she had asked Sherlock about this problem when she was in first grade.

I have the method, but I just can't do it.

To this day, she still cannot do it.

Ron was similar; if he hadn't cared so much about what others thought, he wouldn't have been troubled by being frequently ignored, and thus wouldn't have become jealous.

"Now you can."

Sherlock calmly said, "Go your own way and let others talk."

“I’m not Dante, I can’t do what he did,” Hermione said with a bitter face.

Sherlock looked at Hermione: "No, you're wrong."

"what?"

Hermione paused, then said blankly, "Sherlock, you..."

"No, what I mean is, Dante didn't say that."

"Isn't that right? I remember these are the words Dante used to write about Virgil, the guide, in Chapter 5 of Purgatory in The Divine Comedy!"

"No, the original phrase was—'Come and follow me, and let the world gossip!'"

Shylock smiled and said, "It's just that later, Marx quoted Dante's famous line in the preface to *Capital*, saying:
I welcome any scientific criticism, but regarding the so-called biases of public opinion—which I have never conceded to—I still adhere to the famous saying of the great Florentine poet: "Go your own way, and let others talk!"

This shows that Marx altered Dante's original words.

With the widespread circulation of *Capital*, Marx's version of "Dante's quotes" also became widely known.

This time, the content of Sherlock and Hermione's discussion was incomprehensible to the others.

"Stop meddling in Marx and Dante's business! I have good news for you!" George Weasley said.

“Dear Professor Hagrid, let’s now take the Bombtail for a walk!” Fred Weasley said.

(End of this chapter)