Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 609: Family Members, who understands?
1995 6 Month 24 Day.

The third and final event of the Triwizard Tournament will begin that evening.

On this day, the weather was so clear that there wasn't a single blemish on the sky; the blue sky was as clear as a giant gem.

Golden sunlight poured down without obstruction, casting a warm glow on the stone walls of Hogwarts Castle.

It was a perfect sunny day for an intense outdoor competition.

That morning, the atmosphere in Hogwarts' Great Hall was unusually lively and bustling.

A sumptuous breakfast was piled high on the long table, and the silver cutlery gleamed in the sunlight.

The air was filled with the aroma of toasted bread, fried bacon, and pumpkin juice, mixed with the excited chatter of students.

The dining tables of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were particularly noisy.

Almost every young wizard's face was filled with excitement and anticipation.

Because it was from these two academies that three warriors participated in the Triwizard Tournament were born.

Sherlock Holmes.

Harry Potter.

Cedric Diggory.

After their efforts in the first two projects, they have given Hogwarts a leading edge.

They carry the glory and hope of Hogwarts.

At the Gryffindor table, Hermione was unconsciously stirring her barely touched oatmeal porridge with a spoon, her brows furrowed and lips pressed tightly together.

Ron, meanwhile, absentmindedly poked at a piece of smoked fish on his plate, his gaze occasionally drifting towards Ravenclaw's direction.

Ginny held a glass of pumpkin juice in both hands, sipping it slowly, her eyes filled with obvious nervousness as she looked at Harry.

On the contrary, the two contestants sitting in the middle seemed out of place.

They were too calm.

Sherlock leaned back in his chair, relaxed, and slowly sliced ​​the sausage.

His calm and composed demeanor made it seem as if what was about to happen was not a dangerous final match, but an ordinary morning walk.

Harry tried his best to remain calm, but his eyes would occasionally dart around, revealing a hint of his inner turmoil.

However, he had a good appetite this time; at least the plate in front of him was almost empty.

Sherlock and Gemma spent more time in the principal's office yesterday than expected.

So after leaving, I went to the kitchen for an extra late-night snack.

Not only that, but seeing that it wasn't too late after finishing her late-night snack, Gemma, in high spirits, made another request to Sherlock.

She said she attended Hogwarts for seven years but never really explored the Forbidden Forest in depth.

So she begged the well-informed Sherlock to take her to see it for herself.

Since Sherlock hadn't been to the Forbidden Forest much lately, he readily agreed when Gemma brought it up.

They took Gemma and ventured into the Forbidden Forest.

This process of going in and out naturally takes a considerable amount of time.

When Sherlock returned to the Gryffindor Tower, bathed in the cool night dew, his classmates, exhausted from the heavy exams, could no longer resist the overwhelming drowsiness and rolled back to their dormitories for a deep sleep.

That's why they had no idea how Sherlock had scouted the maze site at the Quidditch pitch the day before.

"Sherlock, didn't you go to the Quidditch pitch yesterday? How was it?"

Hermione finally put down the stirring spoon and asked curiously:
“We waited for you in the common room for a long time, but you didn’t come back.”

Harry and Ron also stopped what they were doing and looked at him with the same curiosity.

"It's not a big problem."

Although Sherlock spoke calmly, his friends all breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing his words.

This is Sherlock Holmes's reputation.

He said it might not be a big problem, but it could be a big problem.

But since he said that, it proves that he can handle it.

"Right now, I just hope my scars won't start hurting again in the maze."

When the topic came up, Harry subconsciously raised his hand and pressed it against the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.

"That would definitely hold you back."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance toward the Hufflepuff table, where their captain, Cedric, was surrounded by a group of people.

Before Sherlock could answer Harry's question, Hermione suddenly straightened her back.

A mysterious smile spread across her face: "Don't worry, Harry."

When Harry looked at her with a questioning gaze, she explained:

"I have found a solution to this problem."

"W-what?!"

Harry immediately sat up straight.

Despite it being a stressful exam week, Hermione still made sure to go to the library whenever she had a spare moment between exams.

The purpose, of course, was to solve this problem that was giving Harry the biggest headache.

Harry was surprised to find that Hermione actually found the answer.

Keep in mind, Dumbledore hasn't even contacted him yet.

"Thanks to Sherlock for reminding me."

Hermione said with a grin, turning her head and giving Sherlock a quick glance.

She had already gotten the idea when Sherlock said he wanted to keep Voldemort's thoughts out of his mind.

It's a pity that you only realize how little you know when you need it.

Despite having an inspiration, one cannot translate it into a real solution due to insufficient knowledge.

Fortunately, perseverance pays off, and after a period of effort, she finally found a solution.

Harry was eager to ask what the solution was when Colin Crevet and Dennis Crevet suddenly rushed to their table.

Seeing the excited blush on the two brothers' faces, Harry could only put the topic aside for the time being.

"Go Harry!" Colin pumped his fist at Harry, the camera hanging around his neck swaying with his movement.

“Thank you, Colin,” Harry replied with a smile.

"Harry, go for it!" his younger brother Dennis shouted loudly, his face flushed.

“Okay, thank you too, Dennis!” Harry replied gently.

The two chattered excitedly around Harry for a long time, offering their blessings. Suddenly, Colin turned to Hermione, took his prized camera from around his neck, and handed it to her.
"Granger, could you help my brother and me take a picture with Harry?"
Right now, before the last project!
This is so memorable!

He knew that Sherlock and Hermione were both Muggle-born wizards and were skilled at using Muggle-made cameras.

However, compared to the eccentric Sherlock, Hermione was clearly easier to talk to.

"I knew it……"

Seeing Colin's actions, Harry shook his head helplessly.

Harry knew Colin would pull this stunt the moment he appeared before him with a camera around his neck and his eyes gleaming.

Hermione didn't agree immediately, but looked at Harry with a questioning gaze. Harry nodded.

Because he is kind!
Seeing this, Hermione took the somewhat old camera from Colin and carefully examined the control buttons.

The two brothers stood on either side of Harry.

Each of them stretched out a hand and gripped Harry's arm tightly, their tense movements as if they were afraid he would run away.

As for their other hands, they all made a peace sign at the camera in unison, and didn't forget to grin and show a big smile.

Harry, sandwiched between them, also gave a slightly helpless but bright smile.

As Hermione pressed the shutter, a soft click captured the moment forever.

Having obtained this precious group photo, Colin carefully took the camera to examine it.

Next, by using special ink, you can bring the photo to life.

The two brothers clapped and whistled excitedly, almost dancing with joy.

After waiting patiently for them to leave satisfied, Harry rubbed his arm, which was a little numb from being gripped by the two brothers, and prepared to ask Hermione about his scar again.

To everyone's surprise, Ernie McMillan and Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff walked over quickly.

"Harry! Go for it! We all believe in you!"

Ernie's voice was loud and clear, filled with sincere encouragement.

Hannah stood beside him, her smile shy but her nodding vigorously.
"That's right, Harry, keep it up! Brilliant Hogwarts!"

They had just finished cheering Cedric on, and because they also got along well with Harry, they came over.

Faced with such an enthusiastic classmate, the good-natured Harry naturally couldn't help but smile and say several words of thanks.

However, the arrival of these two people seemed to have flipped some strange switch.

Then, like a tidal wave, people—some acquaintances, some not so close—rushed to the Gryffindor table, offering their support and blessings to the warrior.

However, Sherlock's aloof and unapproachable aura and distant expression naturally formed an invisible barrier, deterring most enthusiastic students.

So the surging crowd almost all rushed toward Harry, surrounding him completely.

Harry was surrounded by pats on the shoulder and handshakes, and his ears were filled with cheers and words of encouragement. He was extremely busy.

Even so, he still tried his best to maintain a smile.

However, fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

When the cheering squad finally dispersed, satisfied, Harry felt like he had just finished a Quidditch match.

He slumped wearily into the chair and finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, silently praying that no one else would come over to cheer him on.

Otherwise, he would collapse from exhaustion before the competition even begins.

As for how to relieve the pain from scars?
He had completely forgotten about it after being overwhelmed by the crowd.

Just then, he felt someone lightly walk up to his side.

Harry sighed inwardly, thinking it was just another enthusiastic fan.

Just as I was about to force a smile and get through it, I turned around and Qiu Zhang's delicate and gentle face immediately came into view.

At that moment, his tired expression vanished, and Harry instantly regained his full health and mana.

"It seems you're even more popular than I thought!"

Qiu Zhang said half-jokingly, "We wanted to come over and talk to you, but we couldn't squeeze in at all!"

"us?"

Harry then noticed that Luna was standing next to Cho Chang.

However, just as he was talking to Cho Chang, Luna had already come to Sherlock's side.

At that moment, she asked Sherlock curiously, "Whose nose are you planning to punch in the maze today?"

Clearly, she hadn't forgotten the previous topic.

Everyone couldn't help but chuckle at this, but Sherlock replied with a serious expression:

"It depends on the specific circumstances."

Listening to their conversation, Harry couldn't help but smile, then turned his attention back to Cho Chang and chatted with her.

For him, communicating with Qiu Zhang was a completely different experience from dealing with other people.

Harry felt all his fatigue vanish, and his mood became incredibly relaxed and joyful. Even the smile on his lips seemed exceptionally natural.

On the other hand, Luna is one of the few people who can talk to Sherlock for a long time without being deterred by his coldness.

Sherlock showed unusual patience with her strange questions, and the two got along very well.

Sometimes, even Hermione, who was standing to the side, couldn't get a word in edgewise.

"Ahem, Harry."

Just then, Ron interrupted Harry and Cho Chang rather inappropriately, "The History of Magic exam is about to begin in ten minutes."

He was packing his schoolbag as he spoke, looking like he was about to get up.

Harry frowned immediately, feeling a surge of irritation, and looked at his friend with some displeasure.

As a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament, he could have skipped the final exams, so why did Ron have to tell him this at this crucial moment?
Ron met Harry's gaze, looked helpless, shrugged, and explained:
"Don't you always sit at the back of the classroom for every exam?"

Harry then suddenly realized what was happening.

It seems... probably... it seems... there really is such a thing?

I did it this way in the previous exams.

He scratched his messy black hair somewhat awkwardly.

Can't blame him.

The main reason was that he was so happy talking to Qiu that he completely forgot about this matter.

I won't go today.

Harry glanced quickly at Cho Chang, who was smiling beside him, and immediately made a decision.

Ron: (￣︿￣)
You value romance over friendship!
But before he could even complain, Professor McGonagall walked towards them along the Gryffindor table.

A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes when she saw Cho Chang and Luna, both Ravenclaws, appear at the Gryffindor long table, but she ultimately said nothing.

Her gaze swept over the nearly empty plates in front of the two of them, and she said:
"Mr. Holmes, Mr. Potter, warriors, gather in the meeting room next to the Great Hall immediately after breakfast."

Harry was startled by what he heard, and the scrambled eggs on his fork fell onto the plate with a clatter.

"But professor, doesn't the competition start in the evening?"

He almost thought he had misremembered the time.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall's next words put his mind at ease:

“I know, Potter, but the Warriors’ families have been invited to watch the finals, so you can go and meet them first.”

After saying this, she turned and left without waiting for their reply.

"relatives?"

Harry stared blankly at her departing figure.

what's the situation?
Aunt Penny and Uncle Vernon are here?
(End of this chapter)