Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 630: You can entrust your life to him, but not a secret.
Hogwarts' farewell party, like an annual rendezvous before the arrival of summer, is always held on the night before summer vacation.

The torches in the castle were polished to an exceptionally bright shine, and countless candles hanging from the dome of the auditorium cast a warm yellow glow, making the four long college tables spotless.

The silver cutlery shimmered in the light, the air was filled with the sweet aroma of food, and the graduates were filled with a complex mix of excitement and reluctance.

This night will not only reveal the final winner of the Academy Cup, but also serve as the graduation ceremony for the seventh-grade students.

Before Sherlock and his class entered Hogwarts, Slytherin had won seven consecutive championships.

Nick, who almost lost his head, also mentioned this incident when they first entered the school.

But Slytherin's winning streak came to an abrupt end with the arrival of Sherlock and his fellow freshmen.

Moreover, they have won three consecutive championships so far.

Hermione Granger usually scores the most points for the House.

She has been the top scorer every year since she entered the school.

However, relying solely on her is not enough for the little lion who is prone to losing points.

Far from enough.

Therefore, the one who truly decides the outcome of the Academy Cup is ultimately the Lion King and the Savior.

In their first year, they protected the Philosopher's Stone and killed Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort.

In their second year, they found the Chamber of Secrets, rescued Hermione and Professor Lockhart, killed the Basilisk, and, like Tom Riddle before him, won a special award for their contribution to the school.

In the third year, Harry once again single-handedly led Gryffindor to win the Quidditch Cup, and with Hermione's consistently strong performance, the three-peat was firmly secured.

As the fourth academic year quietly arrived, the atmosphere at the graduation banquet was even more enthusiastic than in previous years.

Although the House Cup champion has not been officially announced, all the teachers and students of Hogwarts know that Gryffindor will be the House Cup champion again this year.

As the ultimate champions of the Triwizard Tournament, each warrior brings a base bonus of 100 points to their academy.

In this way, Sherlock and Harry added another two hundred points to Gryffindor, widening the gap with other houses and establishing a commanding lead.

Hufflepuff, who have consistently been at the bottom of the House Cup rankings, also gained 100 points this time, making them second only to Gryffindor.

However, in the Hogwarts school competition, apart from the glory of winning the championship, the significance of second, third, and fourth place is actually not that great.

After all, the entire school only has four colleges, so the runner-up, third place, and fourth place are really not that meaningful.

Even so, the atmosphere in the auditorium remained warm and cheerful.

Gryffindor's honor is built on Hogwarts' victory in the Triwizard Tournament.

Even the Slytherin students were completely convinced this time.

Just before the farewell party officially began, Gemma found Sherlock and Harry:
"Professor Dumbledore wants you to go to the Headmaster's office."

"Again?"

Upon hearing this, Ron's eyes widened immediately, and he said with a wronged expression:

"It's always like this, Lao Xia, Lao Ha, are you hiding something from us?"

Harry was still hesitating about how to explain when Sherlock spoke up calmly:
"That's common sense, my friend."

"..."

Ron was completely speechless. How on earth did Sherlock manage to be so assertive even when he was in the wrong?
“Even if he hadn’t come looking for me, I was planning to go see him anyway,” Sherlock said with a smile. “Now it’s much easier.”

Gemma shook her head helplessly and didn't say anything more.

Hermione asked curiously, "Is it about Occlumency?"

"That's right, but that's only one aspect."

Sherlock said, raising his hand to pat Harry on the shoulder, "Let's go!"

"Oh well!"

Harry nodded quickly and hurried to catch up with Sherlock.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Hermione immediately turned to Gemma and couldn't help but ask:

"Gemma, don't you know why Dumbledore wanted to see Sherlock and Harry?"

"I don't know, but I think it must be related to what happened that night."

Gemma sighed softly, her tone still full of helplessness:

"The Ministry of Magic has been silent ever since the battle that night."

But Professor Dumbledore had said before that he would announce something mysterious at today's farewell banquet... about Voldemort.

Hey, calling him "mysterious person" was fine, why did you suddenly change your tune?

Ron, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but shudder when he heard Gemma, who had already habitually called out Mystic, suddenly change it to Voldemort.

He could see clearly that Gemma's lips trembled slightly when she said that name.

Furthermore, her tone was hesitant and stuttering, clearly indicating that she had gone through a fierce struggle.

Isn't this just forcing yourself to suffer without any real hardship?
"This means that the Ministry of Magic either hasn't decided how to announce this to the public yet."

Either something unexpected has happened, and they haven't reached an agreement with the school yet.

Hermione sighed upon hearing this, her brows furrowed, and her voice carried a hint of weariness:
“You might not believe it, Gemma, but I’m no longer surprised by anything outrageous the Ministry of Magic does these days.”

"I believe it, because I feel the same way."

Gemma shrugged, spread her hands, and spoke with a self-deprecating tone:
"Because they keep lowering their own standards, sometimes even exceeding expectations."

As a reserve member of the Order of the Phoenix, Gemma has now begun to take on some routine tasks and has gained a deeper understanding of the way the Ministry of Magic in her country operates.

That's why she made such a remark.

"Never mind, since Dumbledore is looking for Sherlock and Harry at this time, he must have his reasons."

"Let's go to the auditorium first—Gemma, would you like to come with us?"

"May I?"

“Of course—sit with me!” Hermione smiled and reached out to take Gemma’s arm.

“Okay!” Gemma immediately smiled, took Hermione’s arm tightly, and the two walked side by side toward the Great Hall.

Seeing their intimate backs, Ron was so shocked that his mouth dropped open and his eyes widened.

What's happening here?
When did the two of them become so close?
"By the way, Gemma, you don't seem to have told Sherlock and Harry the password to the Headmaster's office!"

After walking a few steps, Hermione turned around and said:

“The last time Harry said that when he left Divination class to go to the Headmaster’s office, he almost couldn’t get in because he didn’t know the password.”

“I don’t know about Harry’s situation, but…”

Gemma smiled slightly at Hermione, and under Hermione's surprised gaze, said calmly:

Sherlock doesn't need a password to enter the principal's office.

"Why didn't it ask you for the password?" When Sherlock and Harry walked up to the gargoyle in front of the headmaster's office, the gargoyle jumped aside without a word, obediently making way and revealing the spiral staircase leading to the office behind it.

Harry had accompanied Sherlock to the headmaster's office more than once or twice.

However, he had never paid attention to passwords before.

It wasn't until his last divination class, when his scar suddenly started hurting terribly and he ran to Dumbledore alone, that he truly understood the importance of the password.

So this time, when he came with Sherlock, he paid special attention to observing.

He had assumed Sherlock would deduce the password using his exceptional intelligence—if that were the case, he wouldn't be so surprised.

But to his utter surprise, the drooping stone beast that had made things difficult for him last time—well, it couldn't really be called making things difficult, it should be considered fulfilling its normal duties—would actually let him pass without even asking for a command when it encountered Sherlock.
"The headmaster said that if Sherlock Holmes comes, there's no need to ask for the password; just let him in."

Hearing Harry's words, the Dripping Stone Beast explained in a muffled voice.

"Is there still this?"

Harry was immediately stunned. After hesitating for a moment, he secretly made a bold decision in his heart.

"Sherlock, Harry, you've come just in time."

As soon as Dumbledore saw them, a genuine, radiant smile immediately lit up his face, and his eyes behind his half-moon spectacles curved into two crescent moons.

Sherlock's gaze swept quickly over Dumbledore, and he said, "Another clue about Horcruxes?"

Hearing Sherlock's words, Dumbledore's smile deepened.

He nodded slightly, a hint of appreciation in his voice: "I knew you would be able to guess."

“It’s not a guess, it’s a deduction,” Sherlock corrected patiently.

“Alright, deduction.” Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, his snow-white beard swaying. “But I invited you here today for more than just this one thing.”

Before he could finish speaking, Sherlock continued, "It seems you've found a way to suppress the pain in Harry's scars."

Harry immediately blurted out, "Occlumency?"

Sherlock and Harry's performance this time finally gave Dumbledore a small shock.

He wasn't surprised that Sherlock could guess... well, deduce his purpose in bringing the two of them over, but to such an extent?

They even mentioned Occlumency—and it was Harry himself who said it.

He looked at the two of them in surprise, his eyebrows slightly raised: "Where did you learn about this magic?"

Sherlock chuckled and turned to look at Harry.

Harry replied truthfully, "Hermione found it, sir."

"Miss Granger?"

Dumbledore pondered for a moment, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, then nodded as if in sudden realization:

"She was indeed going to the library a lot recently, and every time she went she was carrying a thick stack of books..."

"To be precise, even without this incident, she would frequently visit the library," Sherlock added.

"Yes, she is indeed that kind of person, with an admirable thirst for knowledge—Felius has told me more than once that she should have been assigned to Ravenclaw."

"Sectarian bias," Sherlock shook his head. "There's no need to be too concerned about the attributes of the four houses."

“You’re absolutely right, Sherlock!”

Hearing Sherlock say that, Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh again, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out:
"Speaking of which, I should mention this as well."

You can also tell her about the Horcruxes, and Mr. Ron Weasley as well.

Sherlock was not surprised at all, and simply nodded slightly.

Harry frowned, puzzled, and asked, "But sir, didn't you say earlier..."

"Yes, as I said before, we should try our best not to let others know about this."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, his smile fading slightly, and his tone becoming serious:
"But now the situation has changed."

Voldemort has been resurrected, and the darkness he brought is about to spread into the magical world, so we must speed up our search for the Horcruxes.

In order to seek help, I have told someone I trust about this matter.

I think you can do that too.

Sherlock remained silent, his gaze fixed on Fawkes the Phoenix behind Dumbledore, lost in thought.

Harry looked thoughtful, unconsciously touching the scar on his forehead, and asked softly:

"We can tell Hermione and Ron about this... but what about the others?"

"of course can."

Dumbledore nodded.

“I said you can tell this to anyone you trust.”

I think you should be able to grasp the nuances of this.

Some people you can entrust your life to, but secrets—you can't.

Harry almost burst out laughing, but thankfully he managed to hold it in.

He knew who Dumbledore was talking about.

"We can talk about this later."

Sherlock turned his gaze from Fawkes to Dumbledore:

"Let's talk about Horcruxes and Occlumency first."

"In fact, I think this is actually a matter."

Dumbledore spoke slowly, and then, worried that Harry might not understand, he continued patiently:
"I think you already know very well that Voldemort is extremely skilled at Legilimency, and his mental power is terrifying."

He was even able to find the information he needed from Bertha Joggins' brain, which had already been subjected to the Oblivion Curse by Barty Crouch.

We now know for certain that the scar on Harry's forehead left by the Killing Curse was no ordinary scar; it served as a bridge, establishing a special connection between Harry and Voldemort.

Harry's scar would ache whenever Voldemort approached.

"And when he experiences strong emotions, the scars also hurt."

Harry immediately added.

"Do not."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, his tone tinged with seriousness:
"I now have a different opinion on this."

"Oh?"

A hint of curiosity flashed in Sherlock's eyes, and he leaned forward slightly:
"Appreciate further details."

(End of this chapter)