Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 29 I think of happy things
"It's really no big deal."

Sherlock was pleased, despite saying so, to see the surprise and genuine admiration on Harry and Ron's faces.

Even though he is much more mature than his peers, he is still an eleven-year-old child after all.

Most importantly, he could see that Harry and Ron's compliments were genuine.

Not like the guys he'd run into before.

After recovering from his shock, Ron asked Harry to take him to see Hagrid.

Harry didn't refuse, and immediately invited Sherlock to join him with great anticipation.

Sherlock naturally agreed.

This was exactly his original intention in approaching Harry - using the savior of the wizarding world as a fulcrum, to intersect with all kinds of people and gain a high initial favorability.

This way you can get a lot of information without spending too much effort.

However, in the process of interacting with Harry, he found that the little boy was very much to his liking, and gradually regarded him as his good friend.

Precisely because we are friends, we must be clear when it is necessary to use it.

Harry was in a good mood after getting Sherlock's consent, and even forgot his worries about Potions class and Snape.

But he soon remembered it again.

Because the Potions classroom is located underground, the dim environment inevitably reminds people of the Leaky Cauldron.

But the truth is that this place is even gloomier than the bar.

Along the walls are placed various animal specimens in strange poses and shapes, which make people feel eerie and terrifying at just one glance.

But compared to the professor of this course, they can even be considered handsome.

The Potions Professor is Professor Severus Snape, the last Head of the four major houses.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a sense of yin and yang suddenly hit him:

"Harry Potter, oh yes, this is our new arrival - a very famous person."

The Slytherins immediately scoffed.

Harry and Ron blushed.

Sherlock's eyes lit up when he heard this.

He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

This professor is very energetic!
After the roll call, Snape, like Professor McGonagall, gave all the students a warning:
"You have come here to learn the precise science and exacting craft of potion-making.

There's no silly wand-waving required here, so many of you won't believe this is magic.

I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of that crucible with white smoke and wafts of fragrant aroma.

Nor do I hope that you will truly understand the mysterious power of the liquid flowing into people's veins, which makes people's hearts and minds excited and confused.

I will only teach you how to improve your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death - but only if you are not the kind of idiots I often encounter who look like they have been hit on the head by a troll."

After these words were spoken, the classroom suddenly became silent.

Sherlock nodded in agreement.

He thought Snape was absolutely right.

He often had similar feelings - some people could really lower the IQ of the entire street, and even when they appeared in his sight, it would hurt his eyes.

Even more interesting is that he also mentioned science.

This is the first professor to mention it in the magic school.

In Sherlock's opinion, this one is actually the professor who is more suitable for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

If he could be swapped with Quirrell, it would be a sure win.

It's a pity that I can't change it. But...

Sherlock glanced at Harry. Was Snape targeting the savior?
When all the teachers, including the somewhat eccentric Professor Quirrell and the serious Professor McGonagall, liked Harry very much, it was really interesting that such an outlier suddenly appeared.

This scene was so popular that Sherlock simply played the role of a spectator, watching Harry being bullied by Snape.

"Potter, what do I get if I add powdered asphodel root to my wormwood infusion?"

Snape had just asked the question when Hermione raised her hand high.

Obviously, she was eager to prove that she was not the stupid fool that Snape said she was.

As for Harry... Sherlock knew from his confused expression that the poor kid and Ron beside him didn't even hear the question clearly.

As expected, Harry answered truthfully, "I don't know, sir."

"Tsk, tsk, you didn't even read a book before school started."

Snape made no effort to conceal his contempt. "Well, let's try again - if I asked you to find a bezoar, where would you look?"

Harry: (-*)
"What's the difference between Aconitum scaphoides and Aconitum wolfsbane?"

Harry: (*￣︿￣)
"It seems that fame is not everything."

Snape began to taunt again, "Right, Mr. Potter."

Harry: (ˇˇ)
Facing Snape's sinister eyes and the Slytherin graduates' undisguised mocking gazes, Harry felt embarrassed and angry, and finally couldn't help but fight back:
"Although I don't know, sir, I think Granger knows the answer. Why don't you ask her?"

This time, someone finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

But as Snape's eyes swept over, the classroom suddenly became silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows. He naturally knew the answers to these questions.

It is mentioned in Phyllida Spohr's A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi and in Arseny Giger's Magic Potions and Drinks.

Both of these are textbooks in the reading list.

But for most people, even if they look through the books before school starts, they will not memorize the content.

Of course, if Sherlock didn't think this knowledge was useful, he wouldn't have put it into his brain.

It takes up too much space.

Hermione on the side performed as steadily as ever - after Harry took the initiative to recommend her, she stood up with her hand raised.

So why did Snape target Harry?

Sherlock keenly felt that although Snape's malice was directed at Harry, its source was not Harry himself.

Combined with Snape's age and identity, an idea has gradually begun to take shape in his mind.

"hehe."

Sherlock laughed out loud.

Interesting, really interesting.

I didn’t expect that in addition to magic, the teachers at Hogwarts are also very interesting.

However, the classroom was in a state of silence at the moment because of Snape's shock just now, which made his chuckle particularly conspicuous.

"Sit down!"

Snape first turned his head and shouted at Hermione, then walked up to Sherlock and stared at him coldly:
"Mr. Sherlock Holmes—a genius in Transfiguration. Several professors have praised you highly. It seems you find this very amusing, don't you?"

"That's not the case, sir. It's just... I was thinking of something happy."

Sherlock stood up and answered politely.

(End of this chapter)