Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 621 One cannot... or at least should not...

Seeing Fudge's pathetic state, Snape simply went straight for him and unleashed his ultimate attack:
"That's right, I'm threatening you!"

"W-what?" Fudge was immediately shocked.

Snape continued, "You can fight back! Come on, take out your wand and give me a good wand!"

"You, you can't talk nonsense... Severus, that kind of thing... how could you do that kind of thing..."

Seeing this, Snape ignored Fudge and turned to Dumbledore, "Who of us stays?"

Dumbledore's gaze slowly swept over everyone, finally settling on Professor Sprout:
"Pomona, please."

Professor Sprout didn't speak, but simply walked over to the bound Barty Crouch Jr. and nodded.

Upon hearing Sherlock and Snape's words, Fudge already knew what was about to happen.

Even at this point, he still didn't give up and planned to struggle a little longer.

He said in a pleading tone:

"Albus, you cannot... or at least you shouldn't..."

“Connelly, I don’t want to force you to do this.”

Dumbledore's tone remained gentle as he looked at Fudge and patiently advised him:
"The facts are clear—Voldemort is on the other end of the key."

He was originally waiting for Harry, but he never expected that he would be greeted by us, the warriors who were already prepared.

Time is fleeting. If you still consider yourself Minister of Magic and want to be responsible for the wizarding world, don't back down at this crucial moment that will determine the fate of the entire wizarding world.

"I understand."

Fudge took a deep breath; Dumbledore's words finally gave him a way out after being hit so hard.

He understood Dumbledore's meaning: he was merely acting as a witness in his capacity as Minister of Magic, and he did not need to participate in the battle.

However, it is easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature.

Having already yielded, he still intended to salvage his dignity, deliberately adopting a dignified demeanor as he said:

"I'll go with you to take a look!"

Let's see what tricks you're playing!
But if this is a hoax, Dumbledore, I swear…”

"Go away!"

He would have been fine if he hadn't said anything, but the moment he uttered those words, Snape lost his temper and drew his wand:
"If you keep arguing, I'll cast a stun spell on you right now, and then drag you over like a dead dog!"

Upon seeing this, Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, and Lupin all gave Snape a thumbs up.

His words resonated with everyone.

Even Harry mentally gave this old bat, whom he had always disliked, thirty-two thumbs up.

Well done!

Upon hearing Snape's words, Fudge fell silent instantly.

At that moment, he finally understood that things were different now.

In such a life-or-death situation, no one would care about his ministerial position anymore—at least none of those present would.

If he cooperates obediently, he can still retain a shred of dignity.

If they insist on resisting, they might really end up being forcibly taken away, just as Snape said.

In that case, he would lose even his last shred of dignity.

His gaze shifted back and forth between the Portkey trophy and Dumbledore on the table, his expression extremely complex.

Finally, a hint of desperate madness flashed in his eyes.

In truth, he had already believed it all deep down, but he had just cowardly refused to admit it.

As a kind-hearted person, Dumbledore ultimately gave Fudge some face:

“There’s no scam, Connelly—there’s just the truth you’ve been running away from.”

He went along with Fudge's words, then turned to the only two underage wizards present:

"Harry, Sherlock, are you ready too?"

Logically speaking, minors shouldn't have been involved in this encounter with Voldemort.

By now, Dumbledore has actually been considering rebuilding the Order of the Phoenix.

However, one of the necessary conditions for joining the Order of the Phoenix is ​​that you must first be an adult.

Unlike the Muggle world, the standard for adulthood in the magical world is seventeen, not eighteen in the conventional sense.

Even so, Sherlock and Harry are still somewhat inferior.

On the contrary, Gemma Farley, who has been actively campaigning during this period, meets the criteria.

Dumbledore also intended to recruit her as a member.

but.

There are always some people in this world who are born to bear responsibilities that are not appropriate for their age.

For example, Sherlock Holmes.

For example, Harry Potter.

At this moment, only if Sherlock and Harry use the Portkey to enter the other side can they avoid arousing Voldemort's suspicion.

Therefore, Dumbledore's voice at this moment carried undisguised concern, worry, and helplessness.

"no problem."

Ha Li nodded forcefully.

Before arriving at the headmaster's office, Harry was still worried about meeting Voldemort again.

But now...

Seeing Hogwarts' top combat force gathered together, not to mention Dumbledore, the only person Voldemort feared, personally overseeing the operation.

Of course, the most important thing is Sherlock's confidence.

It was this self-confidence that gave him boundless courage.

However, his words were immediately refuted by Sherlock:

"No, you don't." "Huh?"

Harry stared at Sherlock in astonishment, and the others also cast puzzled glances at him.

"here."

Sherlock reached out a finger and gently tapped his forehead:

"When you come into close contact with Voldemort, your scars will ache terribly."

Next, you will be face-to-face without any barriers, and the pain will be more intense than ever before, perhaps even beyond your capacity to bear.

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, everyone's expressions turned serious, and their gazes all fell on the lightning bolt-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

Thanks to Dumbledore's strict orders, news of Harry rolling on the floor in agony from his scar during Divination class did not spread.

However, the professors present were all on the same side and were fully aware of the situation.

They really hadn't thought of that if Sherlock hadn't mentioned it.

“Severus,” Dumbledore said, looking at Snape, “that thing I told you before…”

Snape frowned, but ultimately nodded: "Okay."

Dumbledore's expression visibly relaxed.

He drew his wand and gently waved it at Harry.

Harry immediately felt his tension ease, and he seemed much happier.

"This spell can only alleviate the pain you are about to experience, but ultimately you will have to rely on yourself."

Harry nodded.

With Dumbledore's endorsement, Sherlock said nothing more.

In fact, even without Dumbledore's help, all he could do was offer a reminder.

Just as he had told Harry before, the best way to truly resist this pain was to keep Voldemort's emotional interference firmly out of his mind.

to be honest.

People must rely on themselves.

Next, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, Snape, Lupin, Sherlock, Harry, Fudge, and Bagman walked together to the desk.

They formed a circle, staring intently at the Sanqiang Cup on the table, which had been turned into a door key.

"Everyone except Harry and Sherlock must cast the Disillusionment Charm on themselves."

"Felius, you're in charge of enhancing everyone's spell effects to ensure they don't fail during teleportation and prevent premature detection."

Dumbledore looked at everyone and gave a deep order.

Professor Flitwick nodded; as the Charms professor, it was his duty to do so.

"You must be careful," Lupin said to Sherlock and Harry with concern.

"Whether we are careful or not, it doesn't really matter."

Sherlock bluntly pointed out the blind spot in Lupin's statement, his gaze sweeping over the professors beside him, and slowly said:
"In fact, our safety depends entirely on your strength—if you don't protect us properly, no matter how careful we are, it won't help."

Lupine: ((*)ゞ→→

Although we know Sherlock is telling the truth, his words still leave us speechless.

Snape stared intently at Harry, his expression complex, as if he was about to say something.

He opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing, only silently gripping the wand in his hand.

"So."

Dumbledore extended his long, slender fingers, hovering them above the trophy, and said solemnly:

"On the count of three, we simultaneously touch the door key."

With the destination unknown, everyone must remain vigilant and, once landed, immediately conceal themselves.

At the same time, we must be ready to enter combat at any time.

Remember, Sherlock and Harry's safety must always be the top priority!
If you sense they are in danger, don't hesitate, act immediately!

"Connelly, Ludo, you don't need to fight. Just stay hidden."

Everyone nodded, except for Fudge.

Clearly, even with Dumbledore's minimum requirements, he still felt he was not up to the task.

Of course, Dumbledore never expected anything from this Minister of Magic whom they had forced into the position.

He even suspected that Fudge, who had become a bureaucrat, might not be able to defeat Sherlock and Harry even if they teamed up.

"one……"

Fudge's body trembled violently, like a candle flickering in the wind.

In comparison, although Bagman was also pale, he was at least able to maintain his composure, which was much better than Fudge's performance.

Professors Flitwick and Lupin stood apart without making a sound, flanking Fudge and Bagman on either side, to ensure they wouldn't cause any trouble at the last minute.

"two……"

Professor McGonagall gripped her wand tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Snape leaned forward slightly, his eyes sharp as a snake, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Barty Crouch Jr. lay on the ground, a twisted smile playing on his lips, as if anticipating his master's victory.

Professor Sprout, who was standing beside him, kept a watchful eye on him, but most of his attention remained focused on the nine people who were about to use the door key, and he dared not relax his vigilance for a moment.

"three--!"

It's too late, but it's soon.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Sherlock felt a tremendous force suddenly seize his navel.

It was as if an invisible hook had grabbed them from the inside out and pulled them back sharply!
The scene in the principal's office—dark wooden bookshelves, Phoenix Fox perched on a crossbar, spinning silver instruments, Crouch wrapped up like a dumpling on the floor, Fudge's terrified and contorted face…

Everything shattered instantly, like a broken mirror.

(End of this chapter)