Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 532 The upcoming Triwizard Tournament

Noisy and bustling.

The five people in Sherlock's dormitory eventually all woke up.

Because of this special day, the atmosphere throughout the school is both tense and excited.

Their dormitory was no exception.

The probability of two out of the three warriors participating in the Triwizard Tournament sharing the same dormitory is indeed quite low.

The school issued a notice well in advance—classes would be suspended at noon.

The purpose, of course, was to give all the students time to go to the fire dragon enclosure below.

Of course, apart from a very few people, most people have no idea what they will see there.

As for those who know the inside story, the vast majority are also very nervous.

That's a fire dragon, not a milk dragon!

A man-eating fire dragon!

Only an outlier like Sherlock could precisely shut out negative emotions.

Just as they were playing around, Watson and several unfamiliar owls delivered a long, narrow package.

"Sherlock, could this be...?"

Seeing this familiar scene, Harry immediately realized something and instinctively looked towards Sherlock.

"Great, my goods have arrived."

Sherlock opened the package, and a shiny flying broom immediately rolled onto the bed.

"Oh my bloody mother of hell!"

Ron, who was originally arguing with Dean, was immediately drawn to this.

Neville and Dean immediately gathered around.

Although Ron couldn't afford a flying broom, he paid close attention to every new model released in the Nimbus, Comet, and Sweeper series.

So at that moment, he recognized it with just one glance: "It's the latest Nimbus 2002 model!"

"What? Let me see!"

Dean excitedly took it from Sherlock's hand and examined it carefully.

After a moment, he shook his head and said, "That's not right!"

"What's wrong?"

"This is not Nimbus 2002!"

"How could it not be? This is clearly the latest model, faster and more stable than the Nimbus 2000 and Nimbus 2001!"

"Because it's Nimbus 2002 Super!"

"..."

Ron quickly picked up the flying broom again and examined it for a long time before sighing:

"Okay, Dean, you're right. I misjudged you this time."

Of course, Ron can't be blamed for this.

The Nimbus 2002 Super is an enhanced version of the Nimbus 2002, with an almost identical appearance, making it difficult to distinguish at a glance.

Only by holding it in your hand and examining it carefully, like Dean did, can you tell the difference.

As is the tradition of the Nimbus series, the Nimbus 2002 Super is about 3% faster, about 5% more stable, and 15% more expensive than the Nimbus 2002.

That's just how this manufacturer is; their knife skills are as precise as ever.

Despite the presence of fire bolts, the latest model of the Nimbus series flying broom still holds considerable appeal.

Harry and several of his roommates picked it up and examined it carefully for a while.

Harry touched the Nimbus 2002 Super and couldn't help but think of his own Nimbus 2000 from the same series.

That was the first flying broomstick he ever owned.

Professor McGonagall bought it for him out of her own pocket so that he could join the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

More importantly, he gave Harry his first taste of flying, which held special significance for him.

Even now, he still keeps Nimbus 2000's body and sometimes takes it out to reminisce.

While touching Nimbus 2002 Super, Harry looked up and said:
"Sherlock, I thought you'd buy a fire bolt too!"

"Yes, but not necessary."

"Yeah, Sherlock isn't a Quidditch player, so there's no need for him to have such a good flying broom."

"Please, Dean, the Nimbus 2002 Super is already very strong. It's the strongest flying broomstick under the Fire Arrow."

None of my many siblings own a single Nikon series bicycle, not even an older model.

Everyone started discussing Sherlock's Nimbus 2002 Super, but no one noticed one thing.

That's why Sherlock suddenly wanted to buy a high-performance flying broom.

This made Harry secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

When they went to the auditorium for dinner, the lion cubs came over one by one to wish them good luck.

Next up is the history of magic course.

Surprisingly, Professor Binns, the Ghost, also gave a talk about the Triwizard Tournament, which was unprecedented for him.

This immediately woke up the drowsy little wizards:

"Yes, the Three Kingdoms Tournament was several hundred years ago..."

I remember one competition involved catching parrots, but this animal went berserk and injured three judges…

Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang's Headmaster...

The young wizards listened with great interest, thinking to themselves how wonderful it would be if future history of magic lessons could be like this.

However, their hopes were soon dashed.

After just the first lesson, Professor Binns, the Ghost, reverted to his old ways:
He opened his notebook and read it aloud in a dry, low, monotonous voice, like an old, worn-out vacuum cleaner.

Within five minutes, the whole class was feeling drowsy.

Occasionally, I would snap out of my daze, jot down a name or date, and then drift back into a semi-sleep state.

After class, the little lions escorted Sherlock and Harry into the Great Hall for lunch. Hermione and Ron managed to stand next to Sherlock and Harry without being pushed aside by the others.

"I kind of understand Lockhart's feelings now, really."

Ron said to the other three, "Someone just groped my butt!"

"Ahem, it must have been unintentional, right?"

"I can't say, because that hand touched me back and forth several times..."

"Can we stop talking about this? Ron, you're not going to let Sherlock and Harry eat in peace, are you?"

Ron obediently stopped talking about the topic, but Sherlock and Harry still couldn't eat properly.

Because people always come up to them and say hello.

In the end, Hermione and Ron had to take responsibility:
"Let them eat first, okay?"

"That's right, you wouldn't want to see our warriors go to the competition on an empty stomach, would you!"

However, their advice had little effect on the enthusiastic young wizards, as did Cedric at the Hufflepuff table.

Later, Hermione couldn't stand it anymore and forcefully sat down next to Sherlock.

She stared sternly at everyone who tried to strike up a conversation, just like Professor McGonagall, which allowed them to eat in peace.

"Hermione, thank you."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

He feels wonderful now.

From the moment he left the dormitory, he felt like an outsider.

Whenever someone wishes Sherlock good luck, he feels that it has nothing to do with him.

Harry knew perfectly well that it was because he was just too nervous.

The emotion was so intense that it created a strange sense of disorientation.

He even felt that the way time was running was a bit strange, as if it were galloping forward at breakneck speed.

Just a minute ago he seemed to be sitting in the classroom taking a history of magic class, but in the blink of an eye he was walking into the Great Hall for lunch.

So where did you go this morning?

Where did those last few hours go without the fire dragon attack?

The people who came to congratulate him at the Gryffindor table exacerbated his symptoms, making Harry feel dizzy.

Hermione stopped them at that moment, which was fantastic for him.

Otherwise, he suspected he would lose control on the way to see the fire dragon and start chanting spells at everyone he saw.

"Hermione, I think you're becoming more and more like Professor McGonagall."

Ginny leaned closer and whispered something to her.

Before he could finish speaking, Professor McGonagall hurried toward them from the other end of the auditorium.

Her action drew the attention of everyone nearby.

"Holmes, Potter, the warriors must now proceed to the area below..."

You must be prepared to complete the first project.

Professor Sprout has already taken Diggory there.

"Ok."

Harry stood up as he spoke, and his fork fell into the plate with a clatter.

As another person at the center of the vortex, Sherlock remained calm and composed throughout.

He elegantly put the last piece of steak into his mouth, then took the tissue Hermione handed him, wiped his mouth, and slowly stood up.

“Good luck, Sherlock,” Hermione whispered.

Ron, Neville, Dean, and other close friends also sent their blessings to the couple.

At that moment, Cho Chang ran over from the Ravenclaw table.

“Harry…”

She looked at Harry and said softly, "Believe in yourself, you can do it."

Ginny shouted, "Go Harry!"

"Okay, thank you."

The encouragement from the two beautiful girls couldn't bring Harry back to normal; he felt like his voice didn't even sound like his own anymore.

Professor McGonagall led Sherlock and Harry out of the Great Hall.

Sherlock noticed that Professor McGonagall also seemed flustered.

In fact, she was just as anxious as Hermione.

I must say, Ginny was right.

Hermione and Professor McGonagall are becoming more and more like each other.

She accompanied Sherlock and Harry down the stone steps to the outdoors.

It was a cold November afternoon, and she placed her hands on Sherlock and Harry's shoulders respectively.

"Okay, don't be nervous."

She looked into Sherlock's grey eyes and Harry's green eyes, and slowly said:
"I hope you can keep your heads down..."

We've positioned some wizards nearby; if things get out of hand, they'll step in and take control...

Most importantly, make full use of your abilities; no one will think you are inferior to others...

So, are you all alright?

"It's okay, we're fine."

Harry heard Sherlock say, "Professor, you seem a little nervous?"

Of course I'll be nervous!
Merlin's beard, they actually prepared it—"

Professor McGonagall almost blurted it out, but ultimately held firm to her principles:

"Never mind, as long as you're all alright, let's go."

(End of this chapter)