Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

"But Hagrid was expelled from school before, and they don't allow him to use magic..."

Hermione pondered for a long time, finally finding a suitable reason.

"Even without using magic, Hagrid's combat power is much stronger than you think, Hermione."

Sherlock didn't lie.

That night in the Forbidden Forest, although Hagrid didn't make a move, he had already witnessed Hagrid's combat stance.

In addition, as a half-giant, Hagrid inherited a natural resistance to most magical attacks from his mother's giant bloodline, so in a one-on-one situation, even the professors at Hogwarts might not be his match.

Except for a few dueling masters.

Seeing Sherlock's firm words, Hermione didn't insist anymore.

However, hearing that he might have to go off-campus with Hagrid to investigate the case, and therefore couldn't bring Hermione and Ron along, both of them felt very regretful.

What a great opportunity this was!

It was such a pity!

"Hey, Holmes, so you're here!"

Just as they were lamenting, a hearty voice came.

Immediately after, a moderately strong man appeared in the trio's sight.

Oliver Wood, a fifth-year Gryffindor student, the Quidditch team captain, a big boy who loves Quidditch very much.

He strode up to Sherlock: "I've been looking for you everywhere!"

Sherlock's gaze swept over Wood, and then he said in his surprised gaze:

"No."

"What? What 'no'?"

Wood was about to speak when he was confused by Sherlock's sudden "no".

Not only Wood, but Hermione and Ron also looked at Sherlock in surprise, not understanding what he meant by suddenly saying this.

"Aren't you here to ask me to replace Harry as the Seeker? My answer is 'no'."

"Why not... wait, I haven't said anything yet!"

Wood stared at Sherlock with wide eyes.

Hermione and Ron exchanged glances, also revealing surprised expressions.

Hermione even remembered what Sherlock had once said to her.

"Each time, you have to remain silent for a quarter of an hour before suddenly revealing a friend's thoughts; this trick is really superficial."

Now it seemed that Sherlock hadn't been wrong at all; he didn't need that long at all.

Sherlock's performance continued:

"In my opinion, this matter is a bit too obvious.

Your cuffs are stained with dust and grass clippings, the sweat stains on your collar haven't dried yet, and the soles of your shoes are stained with the red sand unique to the Quidditch pitch; clearly, you just returned from a romp in that kind of environment at the Quidditch pitch.

Perhaps you didn't notice it yourself, but when you just walked towards me, your brow was furrowed, your lips were pursed, your eyes were full of worry, and you were subconsciously wringing your hands while walking; these are all typical manifestations of anxiety.

Also, I saw a crumpled piece of parchment corner in your left pocket, with jagged cracks on the edges from frequent folding, and the exposed part has several crosses marked on it.

Based on this, I made a double deduction: you are not satisfied with today's tactical arrangements and training results; as for the reason for coming to me, it's nothing more than wanting me to replace Harry in the competition in order to change your current terrible situation.

I'm sorry, my answer is no."

Wood: ( Д ) 彡 ☆

Compared to Wood's shocked face, Hermione and Ron's expressions were much better.

After all, they had seen it many times.

After a brief shock, Wood immediately asked anxiously: "Why?"

Compared to why Sherlock knew his question, he cared more about the answer to this question.

"Because I have more important things to do."

Sherlock looked at Wood and said calmly, "Also, Mr. Wood, you are too anxious.

"Then I will tell you that even if I could participate in the competition, Gryffindor's probability of failure is still as high as 80%—Ravenclaw is not a weak team."

"Okay, okay, I was too impulsive..."

Looking at Wood's dejected departure, Ron felt a little unbearable:

"Sherlock, can't you really help? It's only a day or two, that case shouldn't be that urgent..."

"I already said just now that even if I participate, it still won't change the result of failure.

Also, I don't think this case can afford to be delayed for a day or two."

As soon as Hermione heard this, her eyes immediately became sharp: "You mean..."

"The truth is often written in two languages—one is the killer's carefully arranged lies, and the other is the silent cry of the dead."

Sherlock's words made Hermione and Ron both fall silent.

"I'll help you!"

After a moment, Hermione spoke, saying firmly:

"Sherlock, didn't you say I have talent?

Although I can't move with you this time, I can definitely help you in other aspects."

Ron didn't want to be outdone: "Me too!"

The next day, after lunch in the afternoon, just as Hagrid was hesitating whether to have an owl send a letter to Sherlock, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

After he opened the door, he was surprised to see Sherlock.

"Sherlock! It's you? Come in quickly, I was just thinking about whether to look for you!"

Welcoming Sherlock into his hut and pouring him a cup of strong tea, Hagrid asked with concern:

"How is it, do you already have some leads?"

"Sort of, I went back yesterday and did some work—but there are some things I still need to ask you about."

"Me?"

Hagrid pointed at himself in surprise, looking incredulous.

"Don't joke around, Sherlock, you don't need to ask me questions!

You know, my head isn't very bright..."

Before Hagrid could finish speaking, Sherlock interrupted him:

"I think you often go to Knockturn Alley, right?"

"Of course, I'm planning to go there recently to find a medicine to drive away slugs; they're about to ruin the school's cabbages..."

Hagrid's characteristic of being candid began to take effect once again.

Sherlock only started the conversation, and he blurted out everything he knew.

After speaking, he rubbed his fan-like hands with lingering interest, staring at Sherlock with bright eyes, as if asking "What else do you want to know?"

He completely forgot to ask Sherlock where he knew about Knockturn Alley and how he could tell that he often went to Knockturn Alley.

Hagrid didn't ask, and Sherlock naturally wouldn't explain.

He took out something and placed it on the table.

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"This is the yew wood debris left on Baskerville yesterday.

From the cutting angle, it shows a 15-degree angled grain.

This is a unique technique of the Romanian dragon sanctuary craftsmen, which corresponds to the Romanian dragon statue used as a Portkey.

In addition, the debris is also mixed with some other substances; Professor Sprout said they are Icelandic lichen spores."

"Wh-what?!"

Hagrid wasn't interested in Romanian craftsmen or 15-degree angles.

But hearing the words 'Icelandic lichen spores', he immediately examined it carefully.

"Merlin's smelly socks! It really is them; this stuff is a rare product in England."

"Professor Sprout said so too; she also told me that I could find them in Knockturn Alley."

"Uh..."

Hagrid touched his head, as if he was thinking, and after a moment, he said hesitantly, "I seem to have a bit of an impression, but I can't remember the specifics."

Seeing Sherlock staring at him, he seemed a little embarrassed, "It's okay, I'll go over there right away; it won't take much time to figure it out."

Seeing Hagrid about to stand up, Sherlock placed his hand on his knee: "No rush."

Normally, he should put his hand on his shoulder, but he couldn't reach.

"Look at this again."

Sherlock said, taking out another piece of parchment:

"This was drawn by our translator—his memory is indeed very good.

I consulted a lot of information and found that its arrangement is very close to the summer Ophiuchus constellation position.

We may be able to find the location where that Greek tycoon is imprisoned based on it."

"Hey, Sherlock! You're a genius!"

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, Hagrid couldn't help but exclaim sincerely.

However, Sherlock wasn't happy at all.

After all, he had always thought that astronomy was useless.

When looking for clues yesterday, he didn't consider this aspect at all.

In this situation, he naturally took many detours, and as a result, the learned Hermione discovered this clue.

This also meant that from now on, his attitude towards this course had to change.

Astronomy is really useful for solving cases!

"Sherlock, can I go to Knockturn Alley now?"

"Not 'I', it's 'we'."

"What, you're going too!"

"Obviously."

"No, no, that's not a good place! Once others see a Hogwarts student there, it won't be a good thing for you."

Hagrid shook his head repeatedly, patting his chest, "Just tell me what I should do, and then I can go alone!"

"If my deduction is correct, then this Mr. Musgrave is very likely to be imprisoned there.

If you rely on yourself alone... are you sure you can find clues without attracting the attention of others?"

I'm not sure...

Hagrid was a little guilty.

He was too self-aware.

"But it's not a good thing for people to see you there after all..."

"It's okay, I can disguise myself."

"Galloping Gorgons! Could it be that you've even prepared the Polyjuice Potion?"

Hagrid looked at Sherlock with an incredulous expression.

That's a high-grade potions class content.

"Hagrid, disguise isn't just about relying on Polyjuice Potion."

As Sherlock spoke, he gave Hagrid a meaningful smile.

A quarter of an hour later, when Hagrid looked at Sherlock disguised as a wizard, he was so surprised that he could hardly speak.

"Gluttonous Gargoyle spouts water! It's unbelievable; you can do this without using Polyjuice Potion!"