Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 597 Voldemort's Impotent Fury

After Dumbledore left, the round headmaster's office looked the same to Harry as always:
A long, slender desk sits in the center, adorned with many exquisite silver items.

They spun slowly on the table, occasionally emitting small puffs of silver smoke.

The portraits of the former headmasters, both men and women, hanging on the wall were now dozing off in their respective frames.

Occasionally one or two people would open their eyes and glance at him, then quickly close them again.

Fox, the phoenix that had once risen from the ashes, rested quietly on the golden perch by the door.

Now it's as big as a swan, its bright red and gold feathers shimmering in the sunlight, breathtakingly beautiful.

When it noticed Harry's gaze, it wiggled its long tail feathers in a friendly manner, blinked its bright eyes at Harry, and let out a soft chirp.

"Hello, Fox."

Harry smiled and waved at it, then subconsciously touched the scar on his forehead.

He didn't know when, but the scar no longer hurt, leaving only a faint warmth, which calmed him down considerably.

His gaze then shifted to the wall behind the table, where the worn-out Sorting Hat sat quietly on a shelf.

Beside it lay a gleaming silver sword, its hilt inlaid with several large rubies that refracted a dazzling light under the illumination.

Harry recognized it immediately; it was the very sword Sherlock had drawn from the Sorting Hat during his second year.

It once belonged to Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Gryffindor House, and was a sacred weapon imbued with magic.

Sherlock held it as he destroyed Tom Riddle's diary—Voldemort's first Horcrux.

Just then, his gaze was drawn to something on the table.

It was an ugly gold ring with a large, cracked black gemstone set in the center, exuding an eerie aura.

Harry's heart skipped a beat upon seeing this, and recalling the story Sherlock had told him earlier, he instantly recognized its origin:

This is Marvologaunt's ring, a Horcrux made by Voldemort, just like the diary, and it has already been destroyed.

However, the thought that this ring almost took Dumbledore's life made Harry feel a wave of fear.

Fortunately, Sherlock stopped Dumbledore in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable...

Harry still feels lingering fear when he recalls the story Sherlock told him.

Just as he was considering whether to pick up the ring and take a look, the office door was pushed open again, and Dumbledore walked in again.

To Harry's utter surprise, the person who came in with Dumbledore was none other than Sherlock, whom he had just been longing to see.

"Sherlock, what are you doing here?"

Harry stood up instinctively, his face full of surprise.

“I asked Professor Victor for Sherlock’s leave,” Dumbledore explained, “I felt it was necessary for Sherlock to know about this, and also…”

As he spoke, he turned and glanced at Sherlock:
“You told me that if something like this happens again, you want to see the memory with your own eyes first, rather than hear me recount it.”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, a knowing look on his face.

During the arithmetic divination class just now, a student suddenly knocked on the door and handed a note to Professor Victor.

Professor Victor then told him to go to the principal's office immediately.

Even with his reasoning skills, he didn't expect Harry to be here.

However, he did make such a request to Dumbledore last time—after receiving the Gaunt family's heirloom ring.

He prefers to observe the original memories directly rather than hear them recounted by others.

After all, different people can capture vastly different information from the same memory.

However… his gaze lingered on Harry’s face for a moment before he asked:
"Is your scar hurting again?"

As expected of you!

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Harry was immediately certain that this was a conclusion Sherlock had drawn through observation and reasoning, rather than something Dumbledore had told him beforehand.

"Yes."

Harry nodded, preparing to recount his experience in Divination class in detail.

Suddenly remembering Dumbledore's instructions, she immediately turned to look at him, her eyes filled with a question.

"Speak, Harry."

Dumbledore gestured for Sherlock and Harry to sit down, and then he sat down himself.
"I invited Sherlock here so that he could also hear your dream."

He might be able to spot some details we've overlooked.

Harry then realized that the friend Dumbledore was talking about was actually Sherlock—he had thought Sherlock was just a side friend, and that the real friend was either Professor McGonagall or Snape.

"Wise choice."

Sherlock nodded, approving of Dumbledore's approach.

Harry took a deep breath, composed himself, and then began to give a detailed account.

Perhaps because he was speaking to Sherlock, Harry spoke with exceptional detail, leaving out no single detail.

I entered the stuffy divination classroom and, finding it unbearable, secretly opened the window to let in some fresh air.

Later, I became drowsy because of Professor Trelawney's narration.

Then he dreamt of Voldemort and his ally discussing a conspiracy about the Triwizard Tournament.

Voldemort's fury erupted only when his ally mentioned Sherlock Holmes's name.

And the Cruciatus Curse that plunged him into immense suffering.

Throughout Harry's statement, Sherlock and Dumbledore listened quietly without interrupting him.

The difference is that Dumbledore simply kept staring intently at Harry, his eyes deep and unfocused.

Sherlock listened while taking out his notebook and pen, quickly scribbling down what he considered key information. "Uh—that's the whole story."

After Harry finished speaking, he let out a soft sigh of relief, feeling as if a weight had been lifted from his heart.

After listening to Harry's account, Sherlock still didn't look up, while Dumbledore nodded and asked:
“I understand—so, has your scar hurt this year?”

Aside from that one time during summer vacation when you woke up in pain?

“No,” Harry shook his head firmly, his eyes serious. “This is the first time since then.”

Dumbledore slowly stood up, paced back and forth behind the table a few times, and fell into deep thought.

A moment later, he opened the cabinet behind him, took out the Pensieve, and placed it in the center of the table.

Next, press the tip of your wand against your temple, draw out a shimmering silver thought, and gently add it to the Pensieve.

The thoughts in the basin immediately began to spin rapidly, forming a blurry, silvery-white vortex.

After doing all this, Dumbledore turned his head again and looked at Sherlock.

He looked at Sherlock, who was still scribbling in his notebook, and asked:
"Sherlock, what do you think?"

When Dumbledore asked for his opinion, Sherlock did not answer immediately.

He tapped his knee lightly with his fingertips, his gaze lingering on Dumbledore's face for a moment, as if confirming something.

Then he turned to Harry and began to ask questions methodically:
"This time, you saw what that man looked like, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Did you see that snake again? Was it the same one as in my dream last time?"

"Yes."

Did you see Voldemort this time?

"No, just like last time, I only saw the back of his chair."

Harry's voice carried a hint of regret; he still hadn't been able to see the terrifying figure clearly.

"Very well, Voldemort started his impotent rage when Mr. Smith mentioned my name? Casting spells on thin air?"

Sherlock's tone carried a hint of mockery.

"Impotent rage..."

Upon hearing this description, Harry's lips twitched involuntarily, and he subconsciously looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was also taken aback for a moment, his gray eyebrows twitched slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and said nothing.

However, Harry quickly recovered and replied as usual, "Yes."

"So, do you think it's like this?"

Sherlock said, handing the notebook to Harry.

The moment Harry took the notebook, he immediately felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

Sherlock did the same thing last time, using precise descriptions to help him recall key details.

He looked down and saw that the scene from his dream had been sketched out in simple lines on the notebook:
A man and a snake stood facing each other. In the shadow of the high-backed chair, a blurry outline was hidden, which was Voldemort's location.

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"That's right, Sherlock, that's exactly it!"

Seeing this painting was like a floodgate of memories being opened for Harry; he involuntarily recalled more details, and his voice even rose a few decibels:

"That person—the one who spoke to Voldemort, Voldemort called him Smith!"

And that snake, Voldemort called it Nagini!

And there's more...

“Very good, Harry, it seems you’ve remembered what I said.”

Sherlock listened with a gentle smile, his eyes full of approval:

“This time you didn’t try to force yourself to recall the details of the dream, so when you saw this painting, your memory was fully awakened.”

"Of course, I remember every word you said."

Harry puffed out his chest proudly: "A rejection reaction to temporary memories, right?"

Sherlock couldn't help but burst into laughter and patted Harry on the shoulder:

"Very good, dear Harry, you've really improved!"

Harry's cheeks flushed slightly, and he scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

At this moment, Sherlock turned around to face Dumbledore, his expression instantly becoming serious:

"Based on Harry's two dreams and the fact that his scars are painful, several things can be confirmed:"
First, the scar Voldemort left on Harry wasn't an ordinary scar; it was a manifestation of the deep connection between Harry and Voldemort.

Sherlock's words startled Harry.

Are the scars a manifestation of the deep connection between myself and Voldemort?

That sounds a bit scary!

Sherlock continued:
"That unsuccessful spell not only deflected Voldemort's power, but also bound Harry and his soul fragments together."

So whenever Voldemort approached, or when he experienced a strong emotional shift, Harry's scar would throb with intense pain due to this spiritual connection.

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

This coincided with his previous guess, but he didn't expect Sherlock to be so certain.

(End of this chapter)