Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 545 Getting interested in sex
"What? You're saying that Delacour was also sent by your brother to spy on you!"

In the Gryffindor common room, the warm fire crackled, illuminating Harry and Hermione's shocked faces.

The book in Harry's hand fell to the ground.

Hermione instinctively covered her mouth.

The two couldn't help but look at each other.

Ever since Sherlock said that Fleur knew him, the two of them had imagined countless possibilities.

But they never expected that it would end like this.

But then I thought about it again, and that was none other than Mycroft Holmes, whom Sherlock called "he is England."

Although there was a hint of mockery, considering what he had done before, it's not too surprising that he's acting this way again.

"I thought he had already given up."

Harry murmured.

The reason he said "also" was because he recalled the first time he met Mycroft.

Mycroft did just that over the phone, offering a large sum of money to keep an eye on Sherlock's every move and then tell him what he was doing.

Harry considered Sherlock a friend and naturally refused, rejecting him on the spot.

At that time, Harry thought the other person was some kind of bad guy, and even thought that the other person might be related to Voldemort.

Sherlock later regretted it, thinking he should have agreed and then they could have split the reward.

Later, he learned that the person was actually Sherlock's older brother.

I thought that after a few years, Mycroft had given up on the matter, but I never expected there to be another development.

"Actually, this was my oversight."

Seeing the surprised looks on his two friends' faces, Sherlock suddenly laughed.

"Why do you say that?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"Have you forgotten about this three-way battle for supremacy?"

Sherlock tapped his fingers lightly on the table. "It was able to be held again because of the changes in the Muggle world—how could such a thing not have that guy's involvement?"
In fact, he had already hinted at it to me last Christmas, but I wasn't perceptive enough to notice.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other again.

"But you found out about this so quickly..."

"It does not matter."

Sherlock shook his head. "That guy had no hope of hiding it from me."

He was just using this method to send me a message.

"Whether it's you or that Miss Delacour, you're nothing more than his tools."

Harry: (-'`-)
"Don't look at me like that, dear Harry, because that's just who he is."

Just as Harry and Hermione were once again amazed by Sherlock's power, Ron walked in, his face ashen.

As soon as Ron entered the common room, he went straight to a corner and sat down.

His face was ashen, and he looked visibly shaken.

"What's up with him?"

Seeing that Ron was ignoring them, Harry asked in a low voice.

"Ten minutes ago, he invited Fleur Delacour to the ball with him."

Sherlock said calmly, "I met her after that incident."

Harry and Hermione both gasped.

"Is he crazy?"

Harry's eyes widened, his voice filled with disbelief.

He knew Ron was very interested in Fleur Delacour, but he couldn't understand where Ron got the audacity to invite her.

The other person has been at the school for almost two months and has already become a focus of attention.

Could it be that he was really influenced by the Meiji bloodline?
Hermione was also incredulous. She glanced at Ron before looking away. "What is he thinking?"

In her opinion, this was something no normal person could do.

"That's how it is when you're irrational."

Compared to Harry and Hermione, Sherlock was not at all surprised.

He knew very well that Ron was that kind of person.

It wasn't just Fleur Delacour; he also harbored feelings for Rosmerta, the mature and beautiful owner of the Three Broomsticks pub, though no one had noticed yet.

Just as Harry and Hermione were still reeling from the news, Ginny walked into the common room.

She quickly scanned the area, her gaze first landing on the three people by the fire, then glancing at Ron in the corner.

Soon, she understood perfectly and tiptoed over, joining the three of them, and asked in a voice only they could hear:
"Ron's situation... uh, I mean, you know about him going to ask for a dance partner just now..."

"Sherlock is talking to us right now."

Harry replied that he was now able to communicate normally with Ginny.

But upon hearing this, he realized what was going on and lowered his voice to ask, "Does that mean everyone already knows?"

Ginny's face immediately showed sympathy. She glanced at Ron again, lowering her voice even further:

"Uh... there were a lot of people in the hall at the time, including many Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw people. I guess the news has spread throughout most of the castle by now."

Harry and Hermione immediately shut up, and together with Ginny, they all turned their gazes toward Ron in the corner.

He remained motionless, his face buried in his hands, as if his soul had been ripped out by a Dementor.

Come to think of it, the embarrassment of being surrounded by a crowd is even more unbearable than being cursed with a "snotty nose" spell in public.

However, Ginny quickly looked away, gently shook her head, and said with a hint of disagreement:

"Honestly, I think he has a lot of himself to blame."

She leaned back in her chair and added in a low voice, "These past few days he's been complaining in the common room that it would be so embarrassing if he were the only one at the Christmas ball without a partner."

“How about… we send him to try and find Eloise Middlegen?” Harry suddenly suggested.

Sherlock nodded: "That's a good idea. If Ron is willing to go, I think that young lady will definitely agree."

Upon hearing this, Hermione immediately bit her lower lip, her shoulders trembling slightly as she tried to suppress her laughter, her ears turning red.

Harry, that guy, is sly and wicked.

And then there's Sherlock, who just loves to watch the drama unfold.

Ginny asked, puzzled, "What are you talking about?"

All she knew about Eloise Midgen was that the witch had used a curse to remove the large number of pimples on her face.

Ultimately, he had to go to Ms. Pomfrey and ask her to put his nose back on.

The accident left her nose slightly crooked, but her acne seemed to have decreased, at least temporarily.

But she didn't understand what Ron had to do with Midgen.

Hermione then repeated what Ron had said in the common room the night before.

“I’d rather go alone than go to Eloise Midgen.”

"He deserved it!"

Ginny said without any hesitation:
I know what he's thinking:
He panicked because all the pretty girls had already been chosen!
Even Eloise Midgen started to look beautiful at times like this!
It's okay, I believe he'll find someone somewhere who's willing to accept him.

"Oh, don't do that, Ginny."

Even Hermione, who would occasionally say something sarcastic to Ron, felt that Ginny's words were too merciless.

She gently touched Ginny's arm, signaling her to say less.

“Okay.” Ginny shrugged.

“Her grandmother was a Veela,” Harry said thoughtfully. “Maybe he was trying to cast a spell on Cedric, but he just happened to get hit by Ron who was passing by…”

Harry is still trying to make amends.

“No, Miss Delacour did not intentionally cast any magic,” Sherlock said bluntly. “He was simply lustful.”

Harry: "..."

Hermione: "..."

Ginny: "..."

The three looked at each other in dismay. If Ginny's comments were harsh, then Sherlock's words could be considered cruel.

how to say?

As expected of you!

"But no matter what, we still have to help him, right?"

Harry was the first to recover. He took a deep breath and looked at the motionless figure in the corner, his voice filled with reluctance:

"We can't let him continue to be so depressed. He can't really be alone at the Christmas ball."

Upon hearing this, Ginny immediately turned her head and looked at Harry with eyes full of admiration.

As expected of Harry, he's so kind!
Hermione shook her head. "It's too difficult to find a suitable dance partner now... If Harry had gone to Lavender earlier, as he said before, there might still be a chance."

“Lavender, you mean Lavender Brown? Why did she agree to Ron?” Ginny couldn’t help but interject.

This is Hermione's roommate, but Ginny doesn't know that she has any connection with Ron.

As soon as Ginny finished speaking, Sherlock and Hermione both turned their gazes to Harry.

The "you explain" message in his eyes couldn't be clearer.

Harry had no choice but to repeat what Ron had said about wanting to see Lavender Uranus during Divination class.

Ginny looked at Ron, who was still standing in the corner in a daze, with a shocked expression.

Goodness, that's really something!

The fact that Miss Brown wasn't angry at Ron's public lewd joke suggests she might actually have a thing for her brother.

Ron would definitely prefer her to Eloise Midgen.

Unfortunately, as Hermione said, it was too late now.

"What are we going to do..."

Harry seemed a little lost, but his eyes lit up when he saw Ginny.

"By the way, Ginny, you can go with Ron!"

He thought his idea was absolutely brilliant!
Ginny is not yet in fourth grade, and she cannot attend the prom unless someone invites her.

But to his surprise, Ginny blushed and shook her head:

"I can not."

"why?"

“I have already agreed—I have agreed to Neville.”

"what?"

Harry was taken aback; Neville had actually invited Ginny.

I never would have guessed that my roommate had such thoughts.
However, Hermione's sudden remark took him even more by surprise.

“He invited me first,” Hermione said casually. “He said I’ve always been kind, helping him with his homework and stuff.”

"Uh……"

Harry thought about it and realized that Hermione did indeed help Neville a lot in his daily life.

"After Hermione rejected him, he invited me."

At this point, Ginny continued, "I think... anyway... anyway, if I don't agree to him, I can't go anyway, I'm not even in fourth grade yet."

After Hermione and Ginny said that, Harry could understand.

But he was immediately plunged into distress, "Oh dear, what am I to do?"

"Stop saying that, Harry, it's practically your catchphrase."

Ginny smiled at Harry, a hint of disappointment hidden in her eyes, but quickly said:

"Let Ron figure out his own problem!"

Harry shook his head, looked at Sherlock, and asked, hoping for a solution, "Sherlock, do you have a way?"

"Have."

Sherlock nodded.

Upon hearing this, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny all looked at him in surprise. It was true!

This winter break, the teachers ignored the three-way competition and the upcoming Christmas ball, and assigned a huge amount of homework to the fourth-grade students.

However, by the end of the semester, most people simply had no interest in doing their homework.

Everyone was having a great time during the week leading up to Christmas.

Heavy snow fell on the castle and the grounds.

Beauxbatons' light blue carriage looked like a large, frosty pumpkin in winter, and the gingerbread house next to it, sprinkled with icing sugar, was Hagrid's cottage.

The gunwales of Durmstrang's ship were covered with a layer of ice, making them smooth and shiny, and the sails were also covered with a layer of white frost.

The house-elves in the kitchen were busy preparing a variety of hot stews and sweet puddings.

Only someone like Hermione Granger, who seems out of place at times like this, still frequents the library.

Ron often complains about this.

"But as long as she stops trying to sell us vomiting, I think it's acceptable."

He spoke to Sherlock and Harry, and before he finished speaking, he immediately hid behind Sherlock.

"what are you doing?"

Harry was completely baffled by his friend's action.

“He’s worried about being seen,” Sherlock said, pointing ahead.

Looking in the direction Sherlock pointed, Harry suddenly realized.

Fleur Delacour and several Beauxbatons students entered the foyer and walked into the auditorium. She was complaining to the person next to her:
"The food at Hogwarts is so greasy, my formal robes are about to burst!"

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Sherlock and Harry (and a red-haired boy hiding behind Sherlock).

Fleur's expression changed, and she immediately left in a hurry, heading towards Ravenclaw's table.

"She seems very afraid of you?"

Harry watched Fleur leave and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"This is what happens after it's been exposed."

Sherlock pulled Ron out from behind him, saying, "He's gone, don't hide anymore."

"call--"

Ron let out a long sigh of relief. He looked around and asked, somewhat puzzled:
"Why is Hermione so late today? Isn't she going to have dinner?"

"Maybe something happened that caused the delay?"

Harry didn't take it to heart, because he saw Cho Chang walking in his direction.

"Hey, you womanizer who's worse than your friends!"

Watching Harry happily greet Cho Chang, Ron muttered a comment before saying:

"Sherlock, how did you come up with the idea of ​​having her as my dance partner?"

Are you not satisfied?

“It’s not that I’m dissatisfied… well, it’s much better than Eloise Midgen—if it were her, I’d rather go to the Christmas ball alone.”

Ron sighed deeply and couldn't help but steal another glance at Hibiscus.

(End of this chapter)