Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

"Harry, you're in the dormitory? Wood called you outside all night."

"I want #@￥..." Harry wrapped himself in the quilt like a big cocoon.

Ron pulled him out of the quilt worriedly: "What?"

"I need to calm down." Pulling the quilt back, Harry rolled around on the bed with his arms around it, "Let Wood find it."

"You...well." Ron sighed and ignored him, anyway, he never said to Harry once, "You are also nervous? But don't worry, you fly so well, you will definitely win Malfoy's."

Harry mumbled under the covers.Ron's occasional rough nerves are great, and he can live happily.He wasn't nervous about the next day's Quidditch match, let alone Harry's confidence in his flying skills, the fundamental purpose of sports is to bring people physical and mental pleasure: it's good to win, but it's regrettable if you lose Just more training.Harry was worried about Quirrell.

While the rest of the house joint team surrounded Quirrell with questions, Harry and the twins arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts office with their "bugs".They used superglue to attach the badge to the underside of the writing desk, and then painted it for camouflage, so as to avoid using magic and being detected by Quirrell as much as possible.

The eavesdropping wasn't great (the production wasn't quite done yet), but it was enough to allow Harry to refine his reasoning: Quirrell was the one who hunted the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, or rather, it was in the back of Quirrell's head That person is.In the middle of the night, Harry could clearly hear a creepy reprimand and Quirrell's submissive reply.Quirrell might be able to bring a troll into the office in the name of research, but it's impossible to bring a random person in.Harry even consulted the surrounding portraits (with whom he was on good terms), and no "person" had ever seen a trace of another voice.In connection with his weird hood and smell, and the title of "Master", it is only possible that the injured Voldemort is attached to Quirrell in some form (thanks to John's love of fantasy movies, so that he has little research on this aspect The fact comes to mind so quickly in the case).

What was Voldemort doing at school?kill yourself?No, he is still very weak now, even killing him will not change anything.It's not that Harry can live longer if he eats fairy meat.Yes, Voldemort was with unicorn blood, and he ransacked Nick Flamel's office...

He fell asleep thinking about things like this, and when he woke up in the morning with sore muscles due to poor sleeping posture, he really felt the tension brought about by the game.It was sunny and cold.The restaurant smelled tantalizingly of grilled sausages, and everyone was chatting happily in anticipation of a good Quidditch match, but Harry felt his body go stiff.

"You must have some bites of breakfast." Hermione stared at him gravely.

"I don't want to eat anything." But he still stuffed some random things at the bottom. Not everyone is like Sherlock who doesn't eat or drink for a few days, but becomes more energetic when solving the case.

Many people came over to greet him and give him various opinions.Harry felt his body gradually warming up, and he was very happy to be loved by so many people.So this time it was his face that was stiff. He tried to smile and nodded in response to his friends. When he came on stage, his expression was almost frozen.

By eleven o'clock, it seemed the whole school was in the stands around the Quidditch pitch.Many students also brought binoculars.The seats are literally raised to mid-air, but it's still hard to see the game at times.Ron and Hermione made their way to the top row, joining Neville, Seamus and Dean, the West Ham fan.In order to surprise Harry, they used a bed sheet stained by the little mouse to draw a huge banner, which said Potter must win, and Dean, who was good at drawing, also drew a big gran underneath. Fendor Lion.Then, Hermione also cast a clever magic, so that the paint on the banner flashes different colors.

Meanwhile, in the changing room, Harry and the rest of the team are changing into their bright red Quidditch uniforms (the Slytherins wear green).

Wood cleared his throat to silence everyone.

"There, boys," he said.

"And the girls," Chaser Angelina Johnson said.

"And the girls," Wood agreed. "It's about time."

"This momentous moment," said Fred Weasley. ． "The moment we've all been waiting for," George said.

"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred said to Harry. "We were on the team last year."

"Shut up, you two," Wood said. "This is the best team Gryffindor has had in years; we're going to win. I know."

"Of course we'll win!" the twins were yelling. "We've bet enough. Harry, we're depending on you to build our bankroll!" They patted Harry on the shoulder.

Wood glared at them, but didn't say anything more, and Harry thought he might have bet too, or that he and Marcus were the bookmakers for this match, the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin Sometimes many interesting products can be born. "Okay, time's up. Good luck to everyone."

Harry followed Fred and George out of the locker room, and then walked to the cheering stadium. He touched his right pocket lightly, and he felt relieved by the small round ball.

Mrs. Hooch was the referee.She stood in the middle of the field, her broomstick in hand, waiting for the players on both sides.

"Listen, I want everyone to play fairly and honestly," she said once the players gathered around her.Harry noticed that she seemed to be referring specifically to Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team.Harry smiled at him, and the other party returned him with a toothache expression. Ever since he discovered Harry's true talent, he has been "rescuing such a talented Quidditch player" with relief and " Ah, how much free time do I have to draw such a troublesome opponent for myself." Wandering in a strange mood.

Harry stepped onto his Nimbus 2000.

Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle vigorously.

Fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky.The game begins.

"The Quaffle was immediately snatched by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what a Chaser that girl is, and she's pretty good looking -"

"Yes, I think Johnson's slender legs can indeed score a very high score."

"Jordan! Blaise!"

"Sorry, Professor." "Sorry."

Lee Jordan and Blaise shared the commentary for the game, as Marcus and Oliver demanded "fairness" to ensure that nothing else could interfere with the performance of their darling rookie.Professor McGonagall did not agree to this request at first. She was worried that there would be physical conflicts between the commentators of the two colleges that were originally incompatible during the passionate sport of Quidditch.But obviously, she didn't have to worry about this anymore. She began to worry about the adverse effects of the two "like-smelling" commentators on the younger students.

"Flint got the Quaffle, after his dastardly charge."

"That's right, but I have to point out that the 'dirty' move is one of the classic moves that the Gryffindor captain admires most."

"Hey!" Jordan glared at Blaise, "What are you talking about!"

Blaise shrugged indifferently: "Marcus asked me to learn the 'unrestrained' style of Gryffindor commentary." Then he smirked, "And this is not nonsense, this semester Gryffindor and Slytherin It's all mixed up. I know it's nothing weird."

"Hmph." Lee Jordan turned his gaze to the game, "Oh, is that a Snitch? Oh oh, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are rushing towards him!"

"They have been fighting for nearly half a semester, who will win this time?"

Harry flew closer than Draco, but not by much.He pressed down, trying to shake him off.But just then his broom began to shake violently.He hugged the broom hard while looking at his friends off the field, and she saw Hermione waving to him anxiously.

Harry's broomstick was even rolling, and Draco, who was trying to grab him, couldn't even get close.In the swing, he rushed to the stands where the teachers were, and a small ball leaked from his right pocket.

White smoke spread rapidly around the stands, and a scream could be vaguely heard from inside.Harry's broom finally stabilized, he pulled it up again, caught the Snitch while the others were still stunned, and ended the game.Lee Jordan was excitedly announcing the result of the game - Gryffindor won by 170 points to [-] points.

But not many people cared about the match now, not even Draco, who had been robbed of the victory, and they quickly rallied around Harry.

"Haha..." Hermione was the only one besides Harry who understood the situation, "Harry, my dad is really just a little doctor, right?"

"He should be," said Harry uncertainly.

"What the hell happened? And what does it have to do with Hermione's dad?" Ron was bewildered by their conversation.

"Hermione's father is my uncle's dentist." Harry explained casually, "Just now, in order to get out of trouble, I had to use the 'little toy' my uncle gave me."

"small toy?"

"Tear gas," said Hermione.

"Made by MI5, it's absolutely fine." Harry grinned.Other teachers could of course use magic to protect themselves, but he didn't think Quirrell had time to put a defensive spell on the back of his head when he was tearing himself up.Wait, another teacher...

"Oh my God, is everyone else okay?"

"No, I just went to check and the smoke has dissipated. Except for Quirrell who is still holding his head, everyone else is fine." The little witch reassured him first, and then stabbed the sword again, "But ...I don't think Professor Snape looks very good."

"It's time for you to learn a lesson." Draco smiled gloatingly, before he remembered that he had just lost the game.