Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 612 The Characteristics of the Magical World

Hermione and Gemma sat down next to Mrs. Holmes, while Mycroft and Sherlock were naturally moved to the other side of the table.

Seeing the three women enjoying themselves so much, Mycroft chuckled softly:
"Mom, I feel like they are more like your daughters."

"They were my daughters to begin with!"

Mrs. Holmes said without hesitation.

That wasn't all. After saying that, she glared at Mycroft and said firmly:
"You better take good care of Furong!"

Furong, is the food here to your liking?
I know we can't compare to your side, but after the competition, come to my aunt's house and let me treat you well!

Mrs. Holmes exuded an aura of authority, and the three girls she called out all blushed slightly.

This was the first time Gemma and Fleur had officially met.

The two were close in age and were mentioned by Mrs. Holmes at the same time. They subconsciously glanced at each other and saw amazement in each other's eyes.

Gemma was amazed by Fleur's elfin beauty.

Furong admired Gemma's calm and capable demeanor.

My first meal at Hogwarts ended pleasantly.

Since there were no exams in the fourth grade afternoon, Mrs. Holmes took Hermione and Gemma along and had them continue showing her around the school.

She also reminded Mycroft to take good care of Fleur.

What she didn't know was that Mycroft had disappeared without saying goodbye to anyone right after finishing his meal.

Not even Sherlock noticed when he left.

On the other hand, seeing that Mycroft didn't seem to be coming to find her, Fleur secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Sherlock's brother was too imposing, and coupled with the fact that he hadn't completed the mission at all, he simply didn't dare to face him.

So after saying a brief goodbye to Sherlock, Fleur left the Great Hall with Gabrielle and Mrs. Delacour to be with Mrs. Delacour.

Kind-hearted Harry, just like in the morning, continued to show the Dursleys, mainly Aunt Petunia, around the school.

Watching Harry earnestly introduce this and that to her, and reflecting on her own actions over the years, Petunia was filled with mixed emotions.

I'm such a jerk!
Sirius Black was displeased, but seeing that his son was happy, he didn't say anything more.

As a result, he ended up associating with Mr. Holmes, who was very interested in magic and Hogwarts.

Sirius Black takes Mr. Holmes on a stroll around the school, enthusiastically recounting his own school days.

When Sirius recounted the story of the Whomping Willow, Mr. Holmes couldn't help but press for more information:
"Can't I plant a willow tree in my garden? I can find a sapling too!"

Clearly, he still remembers this amazing plant fondly.

As for Sherlock, no one knows where he went, just as no one knows where Mycroft went.

It wasn't until dinner time that people scattered in various places rushed back to the hall.

Two members of the inquisition from the Ministry of Magic—Ludobagman and Alastormoody—were already seated at the faculty table.

Bagman's face was flushed, and his gaze toward Harry was especially affectionate.

In his view, Hogwarts winning the championship was a sure thing.

This also means that he could win a lot of money from the bets he placed earlier.

The other four referees were much calmer.

Only Professor Karkaroff maintained a stern expression.

Having probably anticipated that Durmstrang would be at the bottom, he directly replaced Krum as the one with the gloomy expression.

Dinner that day was more lavish than usual.

Roast chicken, steak, pies, and fruit pudding filled the long table, their aromas irresistible.

The warriors' families were full of praise, and Mrs. Holmes was no exception.

"What are Apollino and Fleur doing over there?"

She suddenly looked in Ravenclaw's direction and asked, somewhat puzzled.

"That's the Ravenclaw school's dining table over there."

Hermione followed her gaze and patiently explained:
“The students of Beauxbatons have been sitting with the students of Ravenclaw since the first day they arrived at Hogwarts.”

Durmstrang's students were with Slytherin.

"What a pity, I was hoping to have a good chat with Apollin..."

"Hey, where are Mycroft and Sherlock? Why aren't they back yet?"

Mrs. Holmes looked around but couldn't see her two sons, and she became a little anxious.

Hermione shook her head; she didn't know where Sherlock had gone either.

As for Mycroft's whereabouts, there is even less to know.

Gemma frowned slightly, subconsciously recalling her experience in the principal's office yesterday, and felt a vague unease in her heart.

Fortunately, Sherlock and Mycroft finally arrived late before the meal was officially served.

The two walked into the hall side by side, both looking calm.

How did you two get together?

Mr. Holmes was somewhat surprised, as the two had clearly parted ways at noon.

"I happened to run into them on my way back."

Mycroft said succinctly, then sat down next to his father.

"Although the school invited us to watch the finals, as far as I know, we actually won't be able to see anything."

"What did you say?"

Mrs. Holmes paused for a moment, then instinctively looked at Sherlock.

"The third project took place inside a huge maze."

Sherlock pulled out a chair and sat down, saying calmly, "The audience can only wait outside; they can't see anything inside."

Mrs. Holmes was completely stunned: "Is this a unique feature of the wizarding world competition?"

Aunt Penny and Uncle Vernon were also somewhat surprised.

“No, that’s the characteristic of a makeshift troupe,” Sherlock said bluntly.

"It's not even as well-organized as those stupid goldfish at Scotland Yard."

Mycroft added from the side, his tone laced with sarcasm.

On this point, the two brothers reached a rare consensus.

Mr. and Mrs. Holmes looked at each other, unsure how to react.

Seeing this, Hermione quickly and considerately recounted the viewing experience of the first and second events.

The first project was alright; although the audience was quite far away, they could still see the scene of the hero fighting the dragon directly.

When it came to the second project, I was completely in the dark and had to rely entirely on my imagination to guess what was happening at the bottom of the lake.

Now we've moved on to the third project... Hmm, it's time to imagine and guess what's going to happen in the maze again.

Upon hearing that two of the three projects were not directly accessible to the audience, the Holmes couple exchanged a helpless glance.

So, does that mean the school invited them just to watch the children wander into the maze and then wait for them to find their way out in a daze?

"Yes, that's it."

Ron said casually:
"We waited by the Black Lake for a long time, but we didn't see anything. Everyone was very anxious."

When Sherlock emerged from the water, Hermione... well, everyone was pretty nervous, but there was nothing they could do.

He was about to tell her about Hermione kissing him twice after Sherlock returned to Earth when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and promptly changed his story.

Only after feeling the chill disappear did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Harry, standing to the side, couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

The Holmes and Dursleys remained completely silent.

The main issue was the actions of the magical world, which left them speechless.

Uncle Vernon became smug again.

Their organizational skills are nothing special!
It's not as good as our own company's team building activities!
Although dinner was plentiful, most people weren't really in the mood to enjoy it.

Their attention was focused on the upcoming final.

As time passed, the enchanted ceiling changed from bright blue to a dark purple twilight.

As the stars began to twinkle, Dumbledore rose from the faculty desk.

As he moved, the noisy auditorium fell silent instantly, and all eyes were on him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes I will invite you to the Quidditch pitch to watch the final game of the Triwizard Tournament."

Dumbledore's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly:

"Now, warriors, please set off and follow Mr. Bagman and Mr. Moody to the sports field."

As he said this, he glanced deliberately in the direction of Gryffindor.

Sherlock and Harry immediately stood up.

The surrounding lion cubs clapped and cheered, their applause thunderous.

Family and friends also sent their blessings, and Hermione and Gemma said in unison:

"Wish ya'll good luck!"

After saying this, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Amid cheers and applause, the nine warriors from the three schools followed Bagman and Moody out of the auditorium.

“Your parents look younger than I expected.”

As they descended the stone steps, Cedric whispered to Sherlock:

"And I didn't expect you to have an older brother. He seems to be very capable."

Sherlock gave a soft snort.

Cedric then turned to Harry and asked, "How are you feeling now, not nervous anymore?"

"I'm actually a little nervous," Harry admitted honestly, "but it's not a big problem. How about you?"

"I'm not nervous at all."

Cedric smiled broadly:
“You know what, Delacour just came to me and said that Beauxbatons is prepared to accept defeat—but she thinks Durmstrang will be at the bottom.”

When they followed Bagman into the Quidditch pitch, they found it was completely different from what they used to be.

The twenty-foot-high dark green hedges formed an impenetrable wall, firmly enclosing the area.

The hedges were trimmed neatly and sharply, exuding a sense of oppressive power that kept strangers at bay.

Before them, there was a gap in the hedge, which was the entrance to this enormous maze.

Sherlock had already scouted the area yesterday, so he appeared quite calm.

Others were somewhat moved.

The passages inside the maze were pitch black and bottomless.

The hedges were so dense that they almost blocked out the light, giving off a gloomy and eerie feeling.

“Sherlock, was this place like this yesterday?” Harry asked in a low voice.

“No, the entrance was hidden by magic yesterday,” Sherlock said calmly. “However, I deduced from the traces that the entrance is right here.”

Harry and Cedric both gave him a thumbs up.

"As expected of you."

Five minutes later, people began to enter the stands.

Hundreds of students filed in and took their seats, their excited chatter and footsteps mingling together, creating an atmosphere of tension and anticipation.

The sky was a clear, deep blue, the stars were growing brighter, and the evening breeze swept across the stadium, bringing a touch of coolness.

At that moment, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Lupin, and Professor Hagrid walked into the sports field together, heading towards Bagman and the nine warriors.

Their hats were all adorned with a large, shining red star, except for Hagrid.

His red star was pinned to the back of his thick velvet vest, making it particularly eye-catching.

"We will patrol outside the maze."

Professor McGonagall looked at the warriors with a serious expression and said solemnly:
"If you encounter insurmountable difficulties and want rescue, shoot red sparks into the sky with your magic wand."

We'll come to help you immediately, understand?

Seeing the Warriors nod solemnly, Professor Lupin added gently:
"Once you fire the red spark, it means you have voluntarily given up the game. I hope you understand that."

None of the nine warriors were surprised – since they needed to ask for help, there was no point in continuing the game.

After saying this, Lupin looked at Bagman and Moody and nodded to them.

“Alastor, is there anything else you want to tell me?” Bagman turned to look at Moody.

Moody shook his head gruffly, his voice hoarse: "You tell me."

"Okay, you go!"

Bagman said cheerfully to the four patrolmen.

"Good luck, Harry."

Hagrid walked up to Harry and said in a low voice.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick nodded to the three of them as a blessing.

Lupin's gaze briefly met Sherlock's, his eyes carrying a message that only the two of them could understand.

Then, the four people walked in different directions and dispersed around the maze to begin patrolling.

At that moment, Bagman pointed his wand at his throat and said, "Loud voice."

Everyone is already very familiar with this move of his.

Soon, his magically amplified voice echoed throughout the Quidditch stadium, clearly reaching the ears of every spectator.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the final match of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin!"

Bagman's passionate voice immediately stirred the emotions of the entire audience:
"As of now, the point difference between the three teams has not widened to fifty points!"

In the third event, the first team to win the Triple Cup will receive 50 points – which means that the team that wins the Triple Cup first will be the champion!

Currently, the Hogwarts team is ranked number one!

The Beauxbatons team followed closely behind!
The Durmstrang team needs to step up their game!

Cedric couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. He turned to Harry and Sherlock and said:
"As expected of a world-class commentator, his speech is truly masterful."

Harry, who had been a little nervous, couldn't help but laugh when he heard Cedric's words, and his tense nerves relaxed a bit.

"very good!
It's now!

The three warriors of the Hogwarts team—Harry, Sherlock, and Cedric—get ready!

Listen to my whistle!

(End of this chapter)