HP: I AM SHERLOCK HOLMES

Hermione was very dissatisfied with her performance in flying class.

Unfortunately, circumstances were so and she could do nothing about it.

Flying class was about to end, and thinking about having to fly up into the sky again, her legs began to tremble slightly.

In this situation, Hermione helplessly shook her head and could only face reality.

She’d have to think of other ways!

At this time, she noticed that Neville beside her was still gripping his Remembrall tightly, still looking like he was deep in thought, muttering under his breath about whether he had forgotten to eat lunch, do homework, fold his blanket, wash clothes, and so on. She finally couldn’t help but say:

”Is it possible that you forgot to thank Sherlock?”

”Right!”

Neville slapped his forehead hard.

He had saved his life—how could he forget such an important thing?

”Thank you, Granger! I’ll go thank Holmes right now!”

Watching Neville run toward Sherlock, who had just landed from the air, Hermione suddenly had a thought, and a bold idea sprouted in her mind.

After flying class ended, the students came to the dining hall for dinner as usual.

Every mealtime, Ron Weasley would transform into a food gobbling machine.

At this moment, he was picking up a steak and kidney pie to put in his mouth, his eyes still fixed on the other food on the table, as if afraid someone would compete with him for it.

In this situation, Harry wisely chose to share his joy from flying class with Sherlock:

”You know what, Sherlock! I feel like this is a skill I can master without a teacher!

You might not believe it, but I seem to naturally know what to do... Just lean forward, grip the broomstick tightly, and it keeps accelerating!

I can hear the wind whistling and feel my robes fluttering behind me. It’s so easy, so wonderful... I even think Malfoy isn’t as good as me!”

Seeing Harry’s excited, energetic appearance, Sherlock nodded slightly.

He understood everything Harry was saying.

He himself was also someone with great athletic talent.

Good at boxing and fencing, his coordination naturally wasn’t bad.

”From my observations, Malfoy is indeed not as good as you.”

”Really?”

Getting Sherlock’s confirmation, Harry couldn’t be happier.

”Effort determines the lower limit, talent determines the upper limit.

You’ve never been exposed to flying, yet you’re more skilled than Malfoy. This already explains the problem.”

Harry immediately puffed out his chest upon hearing this.

For Harry, the person he hated most in the entire school could only rank Snape second.

First was Malfoy.

Of course, the reason the former was overtaken by Malfoy also had to do with Sherlock.

Because Sherlock said Snape was a good person.

However,... Harry had tried very hard to believe Sherlock, but Snape really wasn’t cooperating!

So, he still remained on Harry’s ”most hated people” ranking.

”What about me? What about me?”

At this time, Ron had finally finished his dinner and burped contentedly.

Hearing the conversation between Sherlock and Harry, he quickly pointed to his nose and said, ”Sherlock, do you think I have talent?”

Sherlock’s gaze swept over Ron’s perpetually dirty-looking nose. ”I’m afraid most people in this world haven’t worked hard enough to compete on talent.”

Harry laughed quietly, while Ron looked completely confused.

Sherlock turned back to Harry: ”If you like flying, I suggest you apply to join Gryffindor’s Quidditch house team.”

”Huh?”

When Sherlock said this, Harry immediately looked as confused as Ron.

”Sherlock, you’re not joking, are you? First-year students don’t qualify to join the house Quidditch team!”

As soon as this topic came up, Ron was no longer confused.

”There are exceptions to everything.”

Sherlock said calmly, ”As far as I know, Slytherin not only won six consecutive House Cups but also thoroughly defeated Gryffindor in Quidditch matches.

During that period, Professor McGonagall didn’t even dare face Professor Snape for several weeks...”

Ron asked puzzledly, ”How do you know all this?”

Sherlock frowned, ”It just requires...”

”Observation, I get it. Please continue.”

Seeing that Ron had learned to anticipate answers, Sherlock nodded approvingly and continued: ”In this situation, with your flying talent, you have a great chance of being exceptionally admitted to the house team.”

As Sherlock described this, Harry’s breathing gradually became heavier.

Join the Gryffindor house team!

This was something he had never thought of.

But now that Sherlock had mentioned it, he suddenly felt this was very promising.

The key was, just as Sherlock said, he loved flying.

The feeling of riding a broomstick and flying freely was too wonderful!

He really loved this feeling.

Without exaggeration, this afternoon’s flying experience was the happiest thing since he could remember.

After a moment, he finally made up his mind: ”Sherlock, could you come with me?”

”Of course.”

When making this suggestion, Sherlock had already guessed Harry would say this, so he naturally agreed.

Harry breathed a long sigh of relief.

Strangely, although he had only known Sherlock for a month, and the other was his peer, whenever he saw him, he would feel like ”this is definitely going to work out.”

Without exaggeration, the sense of security Sherlock gave Harry even exceeded that of Hagrid, the giant.

So at this moment, getting Sherlock’s positive response, Harry immediately felt at ease.

”And me!”

Ron couldn’t help but say. Since they were all going anyway, why shouldn’t he try too?

Sherlock glanced at him and said nothing.

(￣_￣)

”Hey, what does that look mean!”

”Sorry to interrupt.”

Just as Ron felt somewhat defeated, a figure appeared before them.

”Granger?”

Being interrupted by Hermione, Ron immediately looked annoyed, even the goodwill from her previous defense of Sherlock and Harry couldn’t offset this.

”Can’t you let people eat in peace?”

Hermione ignored him and just looked at Sherlock, saying: ”I couldn’t help but overhear what you said to Potter—”

”I knew you would do that.”

Ron muttered quietly on the side.

Sherlock: ”Shut up.”

Ron: (;・∀・)

”Sherlock, could we talk privately?”

Sherlock didn’t answer but directly stood up.

”Harry, did you see that? He was mean to me, he was actually mean to me!”

Staring directly at Sherlock following Hermione away, Ron suddenly turned back and said to Harry with a wronged expression.

Harry: (⊙﹏⊙)

”We’ve known each other since the train! We eat and live together, and he’s actually siding with that girl!”

Harry: ┐(’～`;)┌

”And did you hear? That girl actually called him Sherlock! And he didn’t refuse!”

Harry: ╮（╯＿╰）╭

”I never thought Sherlock would choose romance over friendship. I really misjudged him!”

”Um... Ron.”

Faced with Ron’s accusations one after another, Harry really couldn’t hold back and couldn’t help saying: ”Did you forget that Sherlock said he and Granger knew each other before school started?”

”What do you mean by that?”

”Strictly speaking, she actually came first.”

Ron: (〒︿〒)

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