Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

"Oh, great Gerald! We're in the same college!" Harry said happily, and the Weasley twins next to him circled Gerrard twice, and the two shouted: "Haha! Not only do we have a savior, but we also have a prophet, oh, not only the past, but also the future is within his expectations.” ——These two people have already known Gerald’s remarks about the separation from the freshmen, so Very excited.

"I know you guys want to play tricks, but please don't experiment on me," Gerald sat down next to Harry, Harry also took a seat immediately, and Hermione moved across from Harry and Gerald, staring at Gerald De's eyes were extremely recalcitrant. "Harry, what the Sorting Hat said to you just now is telling me when I get back to the dormitory, now, sit quietly, three of the professors are watching you, and two of them have bad intentions." The Weasley twins exchanged He looked at it, shrugged, and ran back to his seat with his shoulders crossed, regardless of the result of his youngest brother's sorting - anyway, Ron would be Gryffindor and couldn't escape.

When Hermione heard this, she held her mouth and wanted to say something, but Gerald stopped her with a look. At this time, Ron was also sorted.Harry applauded loudly with the rest of the group as Ron collapsed on the seat next to Harry.Gerald clapped his palms reservedly.

"Very well, Ron, very well!" said Percy Weasley, over Harry, in an exaggerated tone.At this time, the last remaining Blaise Chabini was assigned to Slytherin.Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment, picked up the sorting hat and left.

During this period, Gerald was finally able to take a good look at the rostrum, and Hagrid, who was taking Harry around Diagon Alley, sat in the corner closest to him.At this time, Harry also noticed Hagrid, and showed him a big smile. Hagrid caught Harry's gaze and gave him a thumbs up.Gerald curled his lips, and decided that during his schooling career, he must pay attention to keeping Harry and Hagrid far away, so that Harry would not even be able to use his cerebellum freely.

In the center of the guest table, on a large golden chair, sat Albus Dumbledore.Gerald recognized his face at a glance, Dumbledore's nose had obviously been punched hard, well, and willingly - Gerald watched Dumbledore carefully and found that Sherlock was right , this headmaster has a lot of experience, he has spent his whole life in redemption and fighting against the Dark Lord, and one of the two Dark Lords is his lover and the other is his student—Gerald thinks that Deng is the only one in the whole restaurant. Bullido's silver hair shone like the ghosts, and his life belonged to this castle after all, whether he lived or died.

Gerald drooped his eyelashes—Dumbledore looked over and smiled at Harry, who was beside him with sparkling eyes, and then looked away—this headmaster of his is still so keen at this age, it seems that he The seven years of studying have been exciting.Looking at the empty gold plate in front of him, Gerald felt a little excited, and his fingers trembled a little from the clamor from the depths of his soul.

As for the two teachers with malicious intentions, Gerald squinted his eyes and observed. A man in black with black hair and a hooked nose and a yellow complexion looked like a man in distress. On his face, it should be the professor of Potions class. From his yellow face and greasy hair, it can be seen that he is powerful and has killed people.The other...has a purple turban on his head... No, the way this turban is wrapped is wrong—Gerald looked at the cowering professor, and felt a sense of dissonance spontaneously.

Before Gerald could think what was wrong, Albus Dumbledore stood up.He looked at the students with a smile on his face, and stretched out his arms to them. Nothing seemed to make him happier than seeing the students gathered together.

"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to Hogwarts to start a new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That is: idiot! sneeze! scum! screw! thank you all!" he Sit down again.

Everyone applauded and cheered, Gerald waved his hands twice, he was still observing Quirrell - this professor is really interesting - "Is he - a little crazy?" Harry said to Gerald with some hesitation.

"No, on the contrary, our headmaster is very smart." Gerald whispered quickly, and then glanced at Harry, "Harry, are you very hungry? The food has been served now, wait for us Go back to the dormitory, if you still have the energy, then I will tell you about our principal's life story. Now, eat quickly."

Gerald was extremely calm, while Harry was dumbfounded.At this time, the plates in front of them were full of food.He had never seen so many of his favorite things on the table at once: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, crisps, Yorkshire puddings, pea shoots, Carrots, gravy, ketchup, and for some odd reason mint hard candies.

To be honest, the Dursleys didn't make Harry hungry, but they didn't really make him eat either.Dudley always snatched what Harry wanted to eat, even though it sometimes made Dudley want to throw up.Harry put a little of each on the plate, except for the peppermint hard candy, and began munching, and everything was delicious.

Gerald took a cup of pumpkin juice. He frowned looking at the pumpkin juice, and knocked on the quilt with a spoon. The pumpkin juice turned into a glass of milk. Gerald frowned completely, and he knocked on the quilt again. Knocking, he found that there was no change in the milk in the glass, so he simply took Harry's pumpkin juice and pushed the milk to him.

"Hey!" Harry protested with his mouth full of food, he doesn't like milk either!

"Harry, you know, you have been malnourished, and drinking more milk will be good for your height!" Gerald said, taking a sip of pumpkin juice, and found that he could still drink it.Ron next to Harry covered his mouth and chewed the food in his mouth quickly to prevent himself from spitting out laughing.

Harry's eyes were bulging and he couldn't speak - he was just inferior to Gerald and Ron!

"It looks really good." The ghost in the ruff floated over, looked at the haliche steak, and said sadly.

Gerald took a look at the ghost, and very simply moved away from the seat, allowing the ghost to sit down.

"Won't you come and have some?" Harry said kindly, and gestured for a plate.

"I haven't eaten in 400 years," said the ghost to Harry. "I don't need to, but of course I miss their goodness. I haven't introduced myself yet, Mimsy Boping." Sir Nicholas of Gryffindor, resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower."

Taking advantage of the ghost not paying attention to him, Gerald used a fork, spoon, and even his own wand to penetrate the ghost's back back and forth. Harry, who was directly opposite, was completely numb, and he looked at Gerald with dead eyes—— Gerald ignored him at all, and still tried to pull the ghost's hair, which was obviously impossible.

"I know who you are!" said Ron suddenly. "My two older brothers told me about you - you're that 'Nearly Headless Nick'!" Ron glanced at Gerald, and then Pat Harry on the shoulder.

"I think, I prefer Sir Nicholas, who you call me Mimsy." The ghost seemed a little embarrassed. He hadn't noticed Gerald's little move, but he always felt that something bad would happen if he stayed here, so He cleared his throat and said, "Okay, new Gryffindors, I hope you can help us win the House Cup this year, okay? Gryffindors have never gone so long without winning There it is. Slytherin's six in a row! The Bloody Baron is too much to bear—he's the ghost of Slytherin."

The Gryffindors who heard this sentence all looked towards the Slytherin table, and saw a ghost sitting by the table, very scary, staring with dull eyes, haggard, and silver blood stains on the robe.The Bloody Barrow sat right next to Malfoy, who wasn't too happy with the seating arrangement.Gerald looked at the ghost and said in a low voice: "Sir, Baron the Bloody is a student of Slytherin, and the cause of his death was a small war when the Holy See almost captured Hogwarts. He loved Lavin deeply. Crowe's daughter, but she didn't get her wish in the end—that's why he is withdrawn and silent now... No, he still has hope, what is he hoping for?" The blood man Baro's eyes are obviously similar to those of other ghosts. no the same!

The surrounding Gryffindors all looked at Gerald, not knowing how he would say those words.Nearly Headless Nick jumped up, and he couldn't help screaming: "How do you know?! Merlin, you are just a little wizard who has just entered school—Merlin—" The next moment, Nearly Headless Nick rushed Into the wall, disappeared.

Facing all the attracted eyes, Gerald shrugged his shoulders comfortably, moved back to Harry's side, and took a sip of pumpkin juice, as if he wasn't the one who just revealed the old story.

"Gerald!" Harry shot him a glare, stuffing a mince pie into his empty plate, "Gag you now!"

Ron buried his head in hard work, Hermione's eyes on the opposite side became brighter, the Weasley twins whispered together head to head, and the Gryffindors sitting nearby saw Nick's reaction and naturally knew that Gerrard was probably right , Watching Gerrard's eyes change, many of them are ready to come forward to talk.Gerald shrugged, he glanced at Barrow, and then, just as Harry was about to stuff the pie into his mouth, he could only eat, gag his troubled mouth.

Seeing Harry's vicious look, the others wisely suppressed their curiosity and began to feed their stomachs one after another.

After everyone opened their stomachs and filled their stomachs, the leftover food disappeared from the dinner plates in a hurry.The plates and forks are as clean as ever.After a while, the pudding came up.Ice cream of all flavors, apple pie, enamelled pie, chocolate trifle, deep-fried jam donuts, marmalade pudding, strawberry, jelly, rice pudding, and because of Gerald's silence, everyone's topic finally started from Barrow's bitterness. Forced love to transfer to their respective families.

"I'm half and half," Seamus said. "Daddy's a Muggle, and Mommy didn't tell Daddy she was a witch until after she got married. It scared him a lot." Gerald glanced at Seamus and ate the pie. When it was over, Harry quickly stuffed a chocolate sponge cake into Gerald's mouth.

Everyone laughed.

"What about you, Neville?" Ron asked, looking at Gerald, who was rolling his eyes and watching as he ate.Harry stared menacingly at Gerald, who was ready to feed Gerald anytime he was stuffing a fried jelly donut into his mouth.To prevent Gerald's mouth from being emptied, he made another surprising statement.

"Oh, I was brought up by my grandmother, she's a witch." Neville glanced at Gerald, whose cheeks were puffed out, and said timidly, "But our family has treated me as a numb all these years." Melon. My Uncle Algie was always trying to get me to do a magic trick when I wasn't looking--he pushed me off the jetty at Black Lake once and nearly drowned me--and nothing happened. Till When I was eight, my Uncle Algie came over to tea one day, and he hung me ankle-up from the upstairs window, just as my Aunt Anne was handing him a piece of meringue. Hold on to me. I bounced myself--flew all over the garden and fell into the road. They were all so happy. Aunt Anne even cried with joy. If you could see them when I got the letter of admission The look on my face is all right, you see, they thought I wasn't good enough at magic to get into this school. My Uncle Algie bought me a toad in a whim."

On the other hand, Percy Weasley and Hermione are discussing their homework ("I wish it was straightforward, there's so much to learn, I'm particularly interested in Transfiguration. You know, turning one thing into another , of course, it should be very difficult—"; "You should start with small things, like turning matches into needles—").

Gerald looked towards the guest table, where Hagrid was toasting and drinking.Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore.Professor Quirrell, with his ridiculous scarf wrapped around his head, was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, an aquiline nose, and sallow skin.

Things happen in an instant.The hooked-nosed teacher looked straight over Professor Quirrell's scarf, and Gerald was keenly aware that he was looking at Harry beside him—"Oh!" Harry put his hand on his forehead.

Gerald frowned - the Potions teacher had already looked at Harry several times before, and Harry didn't react like that, and so did the cowering professor - which meant there was something wrong under the scarf!