Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 531 I have a friend

The House of Requests.

Under Harry's envious gaze and Cedric's admiring gaze, Sherlock was like a magnet.

All the items used to practice summoning spells flew towards him with a whoosh.

Sherlock's performance also gave him the motivation to continue his efforts.

So in the afternoon, Sherlock and Harry skipped Divination class without hesitation and stayed in the Room of Requirement to continue practicing.

Cedric was also very kind.

However, he did not skip class; instead, he asked the professor for leave and continued to practice with them.

Their tireless efforts finally paid off.

By evening, Harry had truly mastered the summoning charm.

"Harry, you've really improved!"

Cedric looked a little tired, but he was genuinely happy for Harry:

"You've only just started learning, and you've already mastered the summoning spell so quickly. You're much better than I was at that time."

"Yes, now I know what to do if I can't learn a spell next time."

Harry tossed a dictionary to Sherlock with a wry smile, so he could try again.

"Then you can threaten me with a fire dragon, just like now..."

He raised his wand once more as he spoke:
"A dictionary has flown in!"

The heavy dictionary flew from Sherlock's hands to the other side of the room, where Harry caught it.

Sherlock couldn't help but smile upon seeing this.

Cedric exclaimed happily, "Harry, I think you've really got it!"

“I hope it works tomorrow,” Harry said with some worry. “The fire bolt is much farther away than what’s here. Tomorrow it’ll be inside the castle, while I’ll be out in the field…”

"it does not matter."

Cedric encouraged Harry:

"Believe in yourself, you have completely mastered the summoning spell."

If you concentrate and focus your mind as intently as you do now tomorrow, it will fly into your hands.

Seeing Harry's somewhat insecure look, Cedric added:

"If you really run into trouble, we can help you too."

Harry's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

Yeah, I still have teammates!
"It's best not to do that."

However, Sherlock interrupted at this moment:

"Don't forget, Mr. Karkaroff and Ms. Maxim are also members of the jury."

We'd better eliminate any reason that might cause them to lose points—of course, saying that wouldn't be respectful to them.

However, based on my deductions, the probability of this happening is not small.

Therefore, it would be best if we each cast summoning spells to summon the flying brooms into our own hands.

"Okay, I'll try my best."

Harry nodded reluctantly, then remembered something else. "Sherlock, when did you buy a flying broom?"

"The morning after I learned that the first project was the Fire Dragon."

Sherlock explained, "I think they'll be able to deliver the goods by tomorrow morning."

Cedric was even more impressed by this; what foresight! He then asked:

"Sherlock, what should we do next?"

"Simple teamwork."

Sherlock explained, then waved his wand and chanted the spell.

A flying broom suddenly flew over from a corner of the room.

Cedric and Harry both widened their eyes in surprise:

"Sherlock, how did you do that?"

Didn't I just say that?

Sherlock smiled slightly, "When I was pacing back and forth at the door, all I was thinking about was providing a large room where people could practice Quidditch and Summoning Charms."

Clearly, it understood what I meant and carried it out well.

Didn't you notice how big this room is?

“I thought it was always this big,” Cedric said truthfully.

“I thought it was for practicing summoning charms,” Harry said, somewhat embarrassed.

“Its name is absolutely right, truly the Room of Requirement!” Cedric exclaimed again. “We have everything we need.”

Next, Harry and Cedric followed Sherlock's example, using a summoning charm to summon two flying brooms, and then began riding the brooms to simulate dodging and attracting the fire dragon.

Harry was in charge of high-speed weaving and simulating breakthrough paths; his only task was to accelerate, accelerate, and accelerate again.

Cedric practiced casting the Transfiguration Charm with the utmost precision while flying at high speed.

He tried to transform objects into noisy rocks or even a dog to attract the dragon's attention.

Sherlock, on the other hand, moved freely between the two.

At his suggestion, they focused on refining the teamwork of the three-person group during the flight.

A significant portion of the time was spent on understanding each other's hand signals and instantaneous movements.

Harry and Cedric performed exceptionally well throughout this process.

Both were ace players for their respective colleges' Quidditch teams. Although they had always been opponents when they met on the field, they cooperated exceptionally well when they played together.

This feeling is simply wonderful. Mainly because both sides have put in the effort to understand each other's teams.

Harry and Cedric, as Seekers, were the primary subjects of study.

To their surprise, they discovered that they knew just as much about the other person as they did about themselves.

Often, once one action is performed, one can already predict what the next action will be.

At the same time, they also discovered that Sherlock's flying ability was in no way inferior to theirs.

Things are getting interesting.

"Sherlock, it's a real loss for Gryffindor that you didn't go play Quidditch."

Cedric cast another spell, conjuring a puff of smoke, and then couldn't help but sigh:

"If Gryffindor had you and Harry, they would probably win the championship every year."

“I can do without you,” Sherlock said, passing between the two and then returning, offering an objective assessment:

"From the moment Harry joined, Gryffindor already had the ability to win the Cup, but their luck was really bad in the first few years..."

Harry, who had just successfully tried out a Longinus feint, couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed upon hearing this.

After all, he was involved in every accident.

The three of them continued their intense training until almost dawn before they finally stopped.

"what happened?"

Cedric and Harry both stared at Sherlock, who had suddenly landed on the ground.

They were still immersed in the experience of the flight.

"That's enough. Continuing to practice won't lead to much progress."

Sherlock checked the time. "The three of us need to rest. If it affects tomorrow's match, it would be putting the cart before the horse."

Cedric and Harry nodded immediately. "Sherlock, you're right."

They were so engrossed in their practice that they completely forgot about the time.

After leaving the Room of Requirement and watching helplessly as the door turned back into stone, Cedric couldn't help but sigh again:
"Hogwarts is truly amazing!"

I studied here for six years and never knew there was a place like this in the castle.

So Sherlock, how exactly did you find this place?
Like in first and second grade?

The so-called first and second years refer to the public announcement of the magic stone and the secret stone.

The Lion King and the Savior stopped the corrupted Professor Quirrell and killed the Basilisk.

Neither the room where the Philosopher's Stone is kept nor Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets are places that ordinary people can find.

Therefore, Cedric couldn't help but think that Sherlock had once again discovered the Room of Requirement through his keen observation.

“No,” Sherlock shook his head, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes: “I have a friend.”

Cedric didn't realize what that sentence meant.

But Harry understood.

The friend Sherlock is referring to is most likely Gemma Farley.

The thought of finally meeting Sherlock after tomorrow's match made Harry silently mourn for Hermione for a minute.

However, his attention was quickly focused on the summoning spell.

That night, Harry even dreamed about practicing.

Only one sentence remained in his mind:

"Fire bolts are coming!"

The next morning, Sherlock did not take Harry and Neville out for their usual morning exercise.

However, he still went to the playground alone and ran a lap.

When they got back to the dormitory, they saw that Harry had woken up.

Harry, seeing Sherlock dressed neatly, mistakenly assumed he had just gotten up, and asked groggily:

"Sherlock, are we going for our morning exercise?"

"I won't go today."

Sherlock glanced at Harry with some surprise, clearly not expecting his friend to be so enthusiastic.

He shared the information he had received upon his return with the other members of his dormitory.

"The school has already issued a notice that there will only be classes in the morning today."

"Isn't this the History of Magic this morning?" Dean woke up at that moment and couldn't help but chime in after hearing Sherlock and Harry's conversation.

“That’s right, so if you’re still not fully awake, you can rest a little longer in class.”

"Sherlock, aren't you nervous at all?" Dean couldn't help but ask after hearing Sherlock's words.

“Dear Dean, if being nervous could solve problems, I would be nervous eight or ten times a day.”

Sherlock said in a joking tone:
"Unfortunately, this emotion does nothing to help solve the problems we are facing right now—so I certainly have to get rid of this negative emotion."

"That kind of thing isn't something you can just throw away like that..."

"Just throw it out of the attic of your mind."

"Sorry, I can't do it."

Dean shook his head, then glanced at Ron, who was still fast asleep, and shook him awake:
"Wake up, Ron!"

"Ouch—what are you doing!"

"Get up! Stop sleeping!"

"Just a little longer, let me sleep a little longer!"

"Sleep, sleep, all you do is sleep. How can you sleep at your age?"

(End of this chapter)