Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Hearing Sherlock's words, Hagrid stopped crying immediately.

Although he didn't know what relationship there was between him continuing to cry and Harry not being able to leave the hospital sooner.

But since Sherlock said so, there must be a reason.

So not only did he stop crying, but he also said to Sherlock:

"Sherlock, can you come to my hut? I still want to ask you about the dragon egg."

"What? Dragon egg? I want to go too!"

Ron immediately became excited when he heard this topic.

"Sorry—"

Hagrid glanced at Ron and said embarrassedly:

"Well… Dumbledore said that this matter cannot be known to others."

"Wha-what?!"

Ron was stunned when he heard Hagrid say this.

How could this be?

Ron looked at Hermione with resentment.

Hagrid couldn't help but say, "D-don't say that name!"

"Sorry—"

Hermione apologized, but her face showed no remorse.

"What I mean is… since Dumbledore has already said so, it's naturally better for fewer people to know about this matter."

Although Ron was unhappy, he had to admit that Hermione's words made sense.

In the end, only Sherlock followed Hagrid to his golden house.

"Thank you, Sherlock."

Hagrid first found a huge towel to wash his face, then poured Sherlock a cup of strong tea, and then told Sherlock the whereabouts of the dragon egg.

Before the dragon egg hatched, Dumbledore gave it to someone else.

According to Dumbledore, that person might be the most suitable person in the world to take care of it.

"Who is it?"

Seeing that Hagrid didn't refute this statement, Sherlock became interested.

"Newt Scamander."

Hagrid paused, just about to explain further, when he heard Sherlock say:

"Newt Artemis Fido Scamander, a famous British magizoologist, traveler,

travel writer, well-known figure in the magical world, and also the author of 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them'."

For Sherlock, this was useful knowledge.

After all, 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' was on the book list before the start of school, and he had used some of its content when facing the troll.

So after Hagrid said the name, Sherlock searched his memory palace for three seconds and quickly came up with the answer.

"Hey, well said, Sherlock! I didn't expect you to know so much."

Hagrid slapped the table and said excitedly.

"But I prefer to call it 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' - do you know, when you're in your third year, if you take Care of Magical Creatures, you'll use it as a textbook.

Speaking of which, Professor Kettleburn used to be very reckless, but now he's much more stable.

However, I think it might be because he only has one arm and half a leg left—."

As Hagrid spoke, he began to introduce the magical creatures endlessly.

It was obvious that he really loved them.

He knew the habits of various magical creatures off the top of his head, and he was beaming and excited as he spoke.

Sherlock just watched him show off quietly.

He finally waited until he was thirsty and picked up a cup of strong tea before asking:

"So, can you tell me the real purpose of you calling me here?"

"Pfft—!"

Hagrid immediately spat out a mouthful of tea.

He looked at Sherlock in shock, "H-how did you know—"

"Hagrid, I already knew that you were looking for me for more than just the dragon egg when you said that at the hospital door, as for the reason—"

Sherlock sighed and said helplessly, "Your thoughts are written all over your face, if it weren't for Voldemort and the Philosopher's Stone, even Hermione— oh, Ron would be able to tell."

"Is it really that obvious?"

Hagrid still looked incredulous.

Sherlock was too lazy to answer this time.

"Okay, okay—"

Looking at Sherlock's appearance, Hagrid then took a deep breath, "Actually, I'm looking for you this time because I have a friend—"

Hearing this opening remark, Sherlock's eyes showed a strange color.

But on second thought, Hagrid wasn't Ron, and with his personality, he wouldn't make up a friend out of thin air.

Sure enough, he heard Hagrid continue:

"Sherlock, do you remember the Greek guy who sold me Fluffy?"

"Baskerville?"

Again, it only took three seconds for Sherlock to find the information he needed from his memory palace.

"You still remember him, that's great!

He suddenly found me some time ago, I originally wanted to find Dumbledore—but now that this kind of thing has happened.

I'm really embarrassed to bother him, so I immediately thought of you.

Halloween, Christmas, Easter, didn't you do a great job?

"Thank you for your praise, Hagrid," Sherlock put his hands together to support his chin, "So— what happened to your friend?"

"Oh— I think it's better for him to tell you himself."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly: "He's also at Hogwarts?"

"No, you know, with Dumbledore around, Hogwarts doesn't easily allow outsiders to enter…"

Sherlock smiled.

Hagrid's face flushed red.

"Any-anyway, I think we can find him in Hogsmeade— if you agree, we can go there now."

Hogsmeade, the abbreviation of Hogsmeade Village,

This is the only village in the UK that is entirely made up of wizards. Although it is not large, it has everything, and the scenery is picturesque.

According to relevant regulations, Hogwarts students above the third grade can travel here on weekends after obtaining permission from their parents or other guardians.

Therefore, most students below the third grade do not know the situation of this village.

However, since he mentioned it when chatting with Hagrid last time, Sherlock consulted the information after returning, so he had a certain understanding of this place.

Hearing Hagrid say this, Sherlock stood up without hesitation.

"Let's go!"

As for what third grade or above, guardian permission, weekend—

He didn't take these limiting conditions to heart at all.

Even without this matter, it wouldn't be difficult for him to go to Hogsmeade if he really wanted to.

It's just that there was no need to explore Hogsmeade since he hadn't even explored Hogwarts clearly.

But now that there was a new situation, it was different.

As for Hagrid, he didn't realize that there was anything wrong with taking Sherlock there.

No sooner said than done.

Although Hagrid couldn't hide words in his heart, he also had advantages.

That is, he is quick and decisive, resolute and vigorous, and has strong execution.

This was exactly the type Sherlock needed.

The train station where the Hogwarts Express stopped was located near Hogsmeade, so the distance between the two was not far.

With Hagrid leading the way, the two quickly arrived here.

The village was not large, and there were many shops and bars on both sides of the street.

Hagrid didn't waste time, greeting people on both sides of the street while leading Sherlock straight to the Three Broomsticks bar—this was where he got Fluffy.

There was a shapely, beautiful woman tending to a group of noisy wizards at the bar.

"That's Madam Rosmerta, she's very popular with the little ones."

Hagrid pointed to her and said, "I'm going to order some butterbeer, what about you?"

"Alcohol will affect the sensitivity of the brain."

Sherlock said calmly.

"Then I'll get you a lemonade, don't worry, they're not as sweet as the ones at Dumbledore's."

Hagrid winked at Sherlock, leading him to the back of the room, and sat down at a small table by the window.

"Hey, Madam Rosmerta, long time no see!"

Hagrid came to the bar and greeted Madam Rosmerta and several nearby wizards skillfully.

"Give me a butterbeer, a lemonade— by the way, is that Greek guy here?"

Hagrid returned from the bar with two glasses of frothy hot butterbeer and a plain lemonade.

Behind him followed an ordinary-looking strong man.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes, I am Hadras Baskerville, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The ordinary strong man whom Hagrid called "the Greek guy" shook Sherlock's hand enthusiastically:

"It's great to have your help!

I've heard Mr. Hagrid mention your deeds more than once, and I admire your wonderful ability to perceive people's hearts without magic very much."

After the enthusiastic praise, Baskerville frowned and his expression became melancholy:

"It's just that what I'm about to say is so bizarre that even the Ministry of Magic probably wouldn't believe it."

Sherlock put his hands together to support his chin, leaned back slightly, and his eyes flashed with long-lost excitement: "It doesn't matter, I'm all ears."

"First, please allow me to introduce myself—I am a translator, Hagrid should have told you."

"No, he didn't."

Hagrid touched his head a little embarrassedly, he really didn't explain this.

"It doesn't matter, then I'll just tell you."

Although Baskerville was a little surprised, he still smiled and began to state to Sherlock:

"Mr. Holmes, you may not believe it, but I can translate all languages, or rather, almost all common languages.

I have served as a temporary translator for many international magical organizations, and I have also provided guide services to wealthy people from the Eastern magical world with my understanding of Eastern culture.

However, because I was born in Greece and have a Greek name, my main job is still translating Greek.

Over the years, I have been the leading Greek translator in Scotland, and my name has long been known to various institutions.

When foreign wizards encounter difficulties, or when tourists arrive here, they often ask me to be their translator.

Therefore, on an afternoon two weeks ago, when a wizard named John Smith came to my house and asked me to go out with him, I didn't find it strange at all.

But I never expected that such a seemingly ordinary thing would put me in an incredibly dangerous situation!"