Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 628 Solutions to Pain

For Hogwarts students, the period between the end of each school year, the conclusion of exams, and the start of the official holiday is undoubtedly the most pleasant and joyful time of the year.

Warm sunlight streamed into the castle courtyard, and a gentle breeze carried the moist scent of the Black Lake across the grass.

Of course, there are also academic high-achievers like Hermione Granger, who clutch their notes and constantly dangle with Sherlock to check the exam answers.

But most of the young wizards had completely relaxed.

Some people lay on the lawn sunbathing, some fed mermaid cookies by the Black Lake, and others strolled together along the edge of the forbidden forest, the air filled with unrestrained laughter.

During the 1994-1995 school year, the young wizards at Hogwarts were even more excited and proud than ever before.

The Triwizard Tournament, which had been suspended for over a century, was restarted. Hogwarts not only won the right to host the first tournament after its reopening, but also won the championship as the host!

This event made every Hogwarts student proud, and wherever they went, they could hold their heads high, looking proud of themselves.

Sherlock Holmes, Harry Potter, and Cedric Diggory became recognized heroes throughout the school.

Even the Slytherin slugs, who usually don't get along with the other three houses, were surprisingly convinced this time.

After all, the Durmstrang students who had been with them since Hogwarts won the championship have clearly softened their attitudes.

Since they can include black magic in the curriculum, it's not surprising that they've produced a group of students who idolize the strong.

While Beauxbatons students weren't as outspoken as Durmstrangers, their gazes toward Hogwarts students held a greater degree of approval and friendliness.

Keep in mind, this is a school in France!

It is already quite remarkable that such a transformation has been achieved in British schools.

However, not everyone can fully immerse themselves in the joy of winning the championship.

Shortly after returning from Little Hangleton's graveyard, Sherlock and Harry told Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Gemma, and others the truth about Voldemort's return and the battle in the graveyard that night.

This was actually Dumbledore's suggestion.

Because he planned to officially announce Voldemort's return to the entire school at the school's farewell banquet this academic year.

Therefore, informing close partners in advance is both to prepare them psychologically and to better cope with potential crises later on.

Incidentally, the outcome of that night's battle was exactly as Sherlock had predicted.

Voldemort ultimately did not die on the spot and successfully escaped the battlefield under the cover of the Death Eaters.

However, most of the Death Eaters failed to escape, including Darklight, who received Voldemort's blessing of having his severed finger regenerated.

Upon learning the result, Sherlock remained calm, while the other friends were filled with worry.

Especially Ron and Ginny, who grew up in wizarding families.

It's fair to say that the name Voldemort was a shadow that accompanied their growth, and just mentioning it sent chills down their spines.

"I'm begging you, please stop mentioning that name?"

Ron frowned, looking at Sherlock, Harry, and Hermione with a mournful expression, his tone full of pleading.

These three people kept talking about Voldemort, which made him feel uneasy. Even though he was at Hogwarts, he couldn't help but feel terrified and restless.

“Ron, you should learn to get used to it,” Hermione said, giving him a disgruntled look.

Sherlock didn't speak, but leaned against the willow trunk by the Black Lake, his fingertips casually fiddling with the grass. No one knew what he was thinking.

Harry looked at Ron and added seriously, "Running away won't solve anything."

"Harry, don't you love me anymore either..."

Ron's eyes widened, and he looked incredulous.

In the past, Sherlock and Hermione had never given in to him in this situation, and he was used to it.

Harry always sides with him and speaks up for him, so why the sudden change today?

Ron was unaware that Harry's heart had been subtly changing ever since his face-to-face confrontation with Voldemort on the night of the Triwizard Tournament final.

He might have compromised because of his friend's timidity in the past.

But now, having faced the Dark Lord's ferocity and cruelty, he is no longer willing to compromise with Voldemort.

While Ron continued to avoid the name as before, he changed his stance.

Harry's heart is now as hard as Sherlock's.

"Don't say such disgusting things."

Ginny sat beside Harry, hugging her knees, the sunlight shining brightly on her fiery red hair.

Upon hearing Ron's words, she wrinkled her nose and objected vehemently.

"Hey! You were clearly shaking when that person's name was mentioned just now, okay?"

Ron immediately retorted, trying to drag others into the mess.

"I am shaking, but I will learn to adapt."

Ginny looked up at Harry with bright eyes, a hint of admiration in them:
“I think Harry is right. Fear of the name of something can amplify fear of that thing itself.”

Harry blushed slightly upon hearing this, and scratched his messy hair a little embarrassedly.

“Ginny, that was actually Dumbledore who said it.”

“I’ve never heard Dumbledore say that, I’ve only heard you say it.”

Ginny looked at him without flinching, her gaze so intense that Harry almost couldn't look her in the eye.

The air suddenly became somewhat ambiguous.

The willow branches swayed gently, brushing across the lake and creating ripples.

Just then, Gemma's gaze swept over Harry, Cho Chang, and Ginny, and she coughed lightly, breaking the delicate atmosphere:

"Hermione, you just said you found a way to stop Harry's scar from hurting. What exactly did you mean?"

The moment she uttered those words, she immediately captured the attention of the two girls who had special feelings for Harry.

"That's right!"

Hearing Gemma's words, Hermione looked at Harry excitedly: "Do you remember what Sherlock said last time?"

"say what?"

Hermione's thoughts jumped around so fast that Harry couldn't react in time and had to turn to look at Sherlock.

Sherlock nodded slightly: "You mean treating your brain like an attic, emptying it of useless emotions?"

"This is it!"

Hermione's gaze instantly shifted to Sherlock, her eyes burning with the same intensity as Ginny's had just been, as if she were looking at some rare treasure.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, she repeated herself, word by word:
"Like me, throw all these useless emotions out of the attic of your brain."

This way, when Voldemort approaches you again, or when you experience strong emotional changes, you can quickly clear your mind and let go of the pain and fear.

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Apart from Sherlock, who remained expressionless, everyone else present stared at Hermione in shock, their eyes filled with disbelief. She had actually memorized Sherlock's casual remark verbatim!
This isn't a textbook that you have to memorize; it's just a casual conversation!

Hermione, seemingly oblivious to everyone's surprise, continued enthusiastically:
"At first, I also thought Harry couldn't do that. After all, not everyone can be like Sherlock, treating their brain like an attic that can be tidied up at will, actively choosing to keep or discard certain things."

After recovering from their shock, everyone nodded in agreement.

Indeed, this kind of almost self-destructive rationality is something that probably only Sherlock Holmes could achieve.

But we are wizards!

Hermione abruptly raised her head, like a proud swan, her neck long and straight, her eyes full of confidence:
"I was inspired by Sherlock Holmes, so I immediately ran to the library and searched through all the related books!"

"Yes, I remember that."

Harry suddenly realized and nodded quickly.

Hermione did mention this during that period, and she even went to the library every day before the exam.

However, he was busy preparing for the Triwizard Tournament finals and then went through the graveyard battle, so he completely forgot about the matter and even forgot to ask Hermione if she had found out anything afterward.

"see this!"

At this point, Hermione eagerly pulled a folded parchment from her pocket, carefully unfolded it, and began to read it aloud at an extremely fast pace:
"Occlumency is a defensive spell, belonging to the advanced category of defense against black magic."

This spell is extremely rare; it can prevent a wizard's mind from being affected by Legilimency and can prevent others from invading their thoughts.

Its most basic form includes emptying the mind—not thinking, not remembering, not feeling.

After reading this passage, Hermione immediately closed the parchment, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Harry, her voice filled with excitement:
"Do you understand now?"
While you can't treat your brain like Sherlock Holmes's attic, you can achieve the same effect by learning Occlumency.

Completely empty your mind! That way, Voldemort's emotional fluctuations will no longer affect you, and your scars will no longer hurt!

Harry: '(°ー°〃)
Ron, Ginny, and the others had similar expressions to Harry, staring blankly at Hermione as if they were listening to some profound magic they couldn't understand at all.

Gemma frowned and pondered for a moment before slowly speaking:

"As far as I know, Occlumency is a very obscure and extremely difficult subject in magic, so it is not included in the daily curriculum."

Even in the advanced NEWT classes for sixth and seventh graders, this aspect is rarely taught.

"Even if the school teaches it later, Harry can't wait!"

Hermione's tone was somewhat sharp, and she said in an unquestionable manner:

"Therefore, we must give full play to our subjective initiative!"
Sherlock, take Harry to see Headmaster Dumbledore or Professor Lupin and have them teach you Occlumency!

You can master even a profound spell like the Patronus Charm without a teacher, so Occlumency will definitely be no problem for you!
Harry, you should dedicate this holiday to studying this!

"Eh?"

Harry stared in surprise, his eyes widening. He glanced at Hermione instinctively, his face full of embarrassment.

It does not make sense!

He already had plans for this holiday; he was going to visit Qiu Zhang's family!

As the saying goes, when in doubt, consult Sherlock.

Harry immediately turned to Sherlock, who was leaning against the willow tree, for help.

Sherlock met his gaze and nodded slightly:

"I'll ask Dumbledore with you later."

"What are you talking about, so excitedly?"

Just then, a clear and melodious voice rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Fleur de Lacus holding her sister Gabrielle's hand, standing on the grass not far away.

Their long, golden hair shimmered softly in the sunlight, and their silver eyes were full of curiosity.

Furong has been in a good mood lately.

She received good news from her father:

Although she failed to complete the task Mycroft assigned her to monitor Sherlock, for some reason Mycroft still stepped in to resolve the magical dispute facing their family.

Furthermore, thanks to Sherlock's help in the Triwizard Tournament, Beauxbatons avoided the embarrassment of finishing last.

Furthermore, her sister Gabrielle became a staunch supporter of Hogwarts after witnessing Harry's performance in the Tournament.

She was particularly fascinated by Harry Potter and would beg her to take her to see Harry whenever she had the chance.

Now everyone at Hogwarts knows that Gabriella Dracule is Harry Potter's number one fangirl.

Today was no exception; Gabrielle once again begged and pleaded with her sister to come see Harry.

Fleur couldn't persuade her otherwise, so she took her out of the castle. Unexpectedly, as soon as they arrived at the Black Lake, they saw Harry and a group of friends sitting together chatting.

"It's nothing, we just solved a minor, troublesome problem, so everyone had a better chat."

Gemma glossed over the topic, gave Fleur a gentle smile, and asked in return:

"You're about to leave school, Miss Delacour, what are your plans for the future?"

Fleur led Gabrielle over and sat down on the grass next to the group.

As soon as Gabrielle sat down, she immediately broke free from her sister's hand, ran over to Harry with small steps, sat down next to him, and unconsciously leaned her little head on Harry's shoulder.

She's been like this lately, sticking very close to Harry.

Harry liked the little girl very much and reached out to pat her head.

Gabrielle was even happier.

Seeing this, Qiu Zhang and Ginny exchanged a glance, their eyes flickering.

Qiu Zhang, being of a gentle nature, didn't find anything particularly unusual about this scene.

Although Ginny was very jealous, she wasn't Harry's girlfriend and had no right to say anything.

In addition, Gabrielle was not even ten years old, so she didn't say anything.

However, things might change in two years.

"I plan to find a job in the UK."

Hibiscus tucked her blonde hair behind her ear and said in a relaxed tone:
"I can take this opportunity to improve my English."

"Your English is already excellent!"

Ron immediately responded, his voice trembling with nervousness, and a faint blush rising to his cheeks.

His eyes were full of shyness as he looked at Furong, and even his breathing became cautious.

Upon hearing this, Furong turned to him and smiled slightly.
"Thank you."

Ron: o (////▽////)q
(End of this chapter)