Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 518 Sherlock is truly a god!
"My wand core contains a Veela hair."

Meeting Mr. Ollivander's surprised gaze, Fleur proudly puffed out her chest and said:

“That’s my grandma’s hair.”

Harry immediately looked at Sherlock with admiration.

Hibiscus indeed possesses Veela blood.

However, if she is the grandmother, then she should be considered to have one-quarter Veela blood?
Harry decided to keep this in mind and tell Ron when he got back.

"That's right..."

Mr. Ollivander said, "That's right, of course, I myself have never used Veela hair."

I felt that a wand made from Veela hair was too sensitive and capricious.

However, everyone has their own preferences, and since it suits you...

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers over the wand, clearly checking it for scratches and dents.

Then, he whispered:

"The orchids are blooming!"

A bouquet of flowers bloomed on the wand head.

"Very good, very good, you're in good shape."

Mr. Ollivander said, gathering the flowers and handing them, along with his wand, to Fleur, "Then, next one."

Fleur took the wand with its core made from her grandmother's hair and then nimbly returned to her seat.

She paused slightly as she passed Sherlock, then quickened her pace.

Sherlock's gaze followed Fleur, noticing that she smiled sweetly at Cedric as she passed by.

Great, new clue found!

Sherlock withdrew his gaze and continued to look at Mr. Ollivander.

Mr. Ollivander was very efficient and quickly examined the wands of the remaining two warriors of Beauxbatons and the three warriors of Durmstrang.

The wands of Durmstrang's three warriors were all products of Gregovich.

According to Mr. Ollivander, although he did not approve of this man's style, he was still an excellent wand maker.

He used a simple spell on each person's spell to test its effectiveness.

The wands are of excellent quality; all six wands worked perfectly.

Next up were the three warriors from Hogwarts.

Mr. Ollivander was much more excited than before when he discovered that Cedric was using a wand made by his own family, after checking him first.

He recounted every detail of Cedric's wand with great familiarity, including its length, the material of the shaft, and the material of the core.

He even asked Cedric, based on the wand's appearance, if he had a habit of regular maintenance, and was even happier after receiving an affirmative answer.

Upon hearing this, Harry quickly looked down at his wand and was shocked to find it covered in fingerprints.

His face flushed red, and he quickly pulled up a corner of his robe from his knees, trying to secretly wipe his wand clean.

However, several golden stars appeared on the wand's tip.

At that moment, Fleur Delacour gave him a very arrogant look.

Harry was about to give up, but Sherlock stepped forward half a step and turned slightly to block Fleur's view.

Fleur looked at Sherlock in surprise, seemingly not expecting him to do such a thing.

Sherlock stared intently at Fleur, while making a gesture behind his back, signaling Harry to continue.

Although he didn't understand why Sherlock did this, Harry always readily accepted any advice Sherlock gave him.

So he immediately began to carefully wipe his wand, no longer caring about the stares of others.

Fleur frowned as Sherlock's grey eyes stared at her.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she turned her head away without saying a word.

He was secretly amazed.

What exactly is this little guy trying to do?
Could it be that they really figured it out?
Sherlock smiled slightly upon seeing this.

Don't worry, just play with her.

Since we are all warriors in the three-way battle for supremacy, we'll have plenty of opportunities to meet again in the future.

Let's see how long you can keep this up.

At that moment, Mr. Ollivander also managed to make Cedric's wand emit a string of silvery-white smoke rings.

Smoke rings drifted from one end of the room to the other. He expressed his satisfaction and said:

"Mr. Potter, it's your turn."

Harry walked over to Mr. Ollivander and handed him the wand he had just polished.

"Ah, yes, it's my product again."

Mr. Ollivander said that a pair of light-colored eyes suddenly gleamed with excitement:
“Yes, yes, yes—I remember it clearly, holly, eleven inches, phoenix tail feathers…”

Sherlock keenly noticed that Mr. Ollivander's expression, as he was lost in his memories, was noticeably different from before.

Clearly, this wand held special significance for him.

He looked at Harry again and found that his good friend was also lost in memories.

Harry, like Mr. Ollivander, had a vivid memory of receiving the wand.

Everything... feels like it happened yesterday.

But in fact, this happened three years ago.

Hagrid led Harry, who had just begun to explore the magical world, into Mr. Ollivander's shop to buy a wand.

That afternoon, he waved almost every wand in the shop before finally finding one that suited him.

The thing that Harry cares about most is the core used in his wand.

That phoenix feather belongs to the same phoenix as the feather in Voldemort's wand core.

Two tail feathers, one became the core of Voldemort's wand, and the other became the core of Harry's wand.

Ollivander found this matter very strange at the time.

But Harry never told anyone about it.

He really liked his magic wand.

In his view, the brotherhood between this wand and Voldemort's wand was not its fault.

However, he hoped that Mr. Ollivander would not tell the people in the room about this.

He had a strange feeling that something bad would happen once Mr. Ollivander revealed the secret.

Fortunately, Mr. Ollivander did not do that.

However, he spent much longer examining Harry's wand than he did examining anyone else's.

Finally, he made the wand spray a stream of wine from the tip, then handed the wand back to Harry, declaring it was in excellent condition.

"And the last one... Mr. Holmes."

When Mr. Ollivander saw Holmes, a smile returned to his face:

"Another wand I made. I remember every single one I've sold perfectly:"

It's made of beech wood and the heart and nerves of a dragon, twelve inches long, tough and flexible, isn't it? Flocks of birds!

The beechwood wand made a loud bang, like a pistol firing, and a flock of small birds flapped their wings and flew out of the wand's head, into the soft sunlight through the open window.

As this scene concluded, Mr. Ollivander returned the wand to Sherlock and officially announced that all the wands of the warriors who participated in the Triwizard Tournament were without fault.

“Well… thank you everyone.” Dumbledore said, rising from beside the referee’s table.
"You can go back to class now—maybe it would be more convenient to just go downstairs for lunch, since they'll be out of class soon anyway—"

But at that moment, Bagman suddenly shouted excitedly:

"A photograph, Dumbledore, a photograph—you're the one who interrupted me!"

The man with the black camera also jumped up at that moment, clearing his throat to assert his presence.

Harry didn't understand why Mr. Bagman was so excited. He saw Mr. Bagman pull Dumbledore along while turning to Rita Skeeter:

"What do you think, Rita, about the referees and the Warriors taking a photo together?"

"Uh—okay, let's take a group photo first."

Rita Skeeter said that her gaze once again fell on Harry, and on Sherlock beside him:
"Maybe we'll take a few more individual photos later."

No one expected that taking a photo would take so long.

No matter where Ms. Maxim stands, she blocks everyone else's view.

At the same time, the room was too small, and the photographer couldn't stand far enough to get her in the shot.

The end result was that she sat down and everyone else stood around her.

Karkarov kept twirling his goatee with his fingers, trying to curl it into a ball.

And then there's Krum, who surprisingly acted like a shy girl, hiding behind everyone.

"I thought he was used to these kinds of occasions."

Harry lowered his voice and whispered to Sherlock.

Sherlock shook his head and smiled, "Avoid subjective assumptions and empiricism."

The heavily pregnant photographer seemed particularly eager to have Furong stand in front.

But Rita Skeeter always came up and pulled Harry to a more prominent position.

After taking the group photo, she took another group photo of the nine warriors, still placing Harry in the center.

Rita Skeeter's move caused students at Beauxbatons and Durmstrang to frown.

Even Professor Karkarov and Mrs. Maxim looked displeased.

After that, there were three sets of photos, one for each school.

When it was Hogwarts' turn, Harry insisted that Cedric stand in the middle: "Bousebatton and Durmstrang are both captains in the middle."

The photographer also advised, "Judging from the effect of the photo, a taller person would be more suitable in the middle."

"Uh... well."

Rita Skeeter couldn't refuse Harry, and since the photo shoot had already taken quite a while, she reluctantly agreed.

After that, individual photos were taken one by one.

In conclusion, it took them a long time to finally break free.

"Want to eat together?"

After leaving the room, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons' students parted ways without saying goodbye, while Cedric extended an invitation to Sherlock and Harry.

Harry and Sherlock are perfectly fine.

The three of them then went downstairs to eat, by which time most of the students in the auditorium had already finished eating.

So they started chatting while they ate.

Harry was surprised to find that Cedric was elegant, witty, and humorous, and he actually had a very good impression of him.

This also convinced him that the Weasley twins, Ron, Seamus, and others were indeed prejudiced against Cedric.

And there is a lot of prejudice.

Sherlock is the best judge of character.

“Sherlock, Harry, before you arrived, I had a brief chat with Miss Delacour of Beauxbatons.”

Cedric put a baked potato into his mouth, his tone relaxed and natural.

"Yeah, I can see it."

Sherlock elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, his tone calm yet knowing.

"Did you see it?"

Harry looked at Sherlock with some surprise.

How did you figure that out?

As soon as I walked in, I sensed that Cedric seemed rather bored by himself.

Cedric also looked at Sherlock with curiosity, wanting to hear what this famous detective genius had to say.

Sherlock put down his napkin and began his signature deductive reasoning process:

"As Harry said, although Cedric was standing alone to the side, he was relaxed and did not appear to be tense or anxious."

This stands in stark contrast to Durmstrang's Krum.

As for Beauxbatons' trio, they were huddled together talking in hushed tones.

Miss Fleur Delacour's performance was particularly intriguing.

Her attention was briefly drawn to Mr. Bagman as he beckoned us in, but quickly returned, glancing in your direction as well.

More importantly, she gave you a friendly smile during the wand inspection.

This is enough to show that she has a brief but distinct interest in you, based on previous interactions, unlike that of a stranger.

"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"
Sherlock, you are truly a genius!

Upon hearing Sherlock's analysis, Cedric couldn't help but slam his fist on the table in admiration:
"In the brief interval before you and Harry arrived, it was indeed I who took the initiative to greet Miss Delacour."

However, the time was very short, just a few pleasantries about the weather and the environment.

I didn't expect you to notice that.

"It's actually very simple, and frankly, it's not worth mentioning at all—more than that, I'd like to know what you think of her?"

"what?"

Cedric seemed taken aback by Sherlock's sudden question.

Sherlock cuts straight to the point:

"What I mean is, tell me your first impression of Fleur Delacour."

"Oh...we only chatted for a few minutes, but I felt she was a very confident person, and...she was very beautiful...that's all."

“That’s enough,” Sherlock smiled slightly. “I could tell something from her performance just now, and combined with your impression, that’s enough.”

"Is that enough?"

Cedric was even more puzzled by this, and he cautiously asked:
"Sherlock, you're...very interested in Miss Delacour?"

During this period, Fleur Delacour's beauty consistently ranked among the top three on the Hogwarts trending topics list.

The other two are Viktor Krum, a world-class Quidditch star, and an underage wizard contestant in the Triwizard Tournament.

However, it wasn't until today that Cedric learned that Fleur's grandmother was a Veela.

The answer to her stunning beauty seemed to be found at this moment.

But... based on his understanding of Sherlock Holmes, this person shouldn't be the kind of person who pays so much attention to appearance!

Perhaps I've misunderstood...

"Yes, I'm very interested."

Sherlock nodded and said.

Cedric: '(°ー°〃)'
(End of this chapter)