Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

"Cough," Gerrard coughed pretendingly, then ignored the sudden strange feeling in his heart, and opened the notebook in front of him, "Okay, now that there is no one, let's talk about what you did at the dinner party last night. What happened in the past, especially what the Sorting Hat told you and the dream you just had."

Harry's eyes widened: "How do you know I was dreaming?!"

"It's hard to guess. After a day of fatigue and fear, I finally found out that I am a wizard, and I feel confused about the future when I think about what I said before. Do you want to go to the toilet when you wake up in the middle of the night?" Gerald spoke slowly, and then wrote a line on the first page of his notebook——Harry Potter Behavior Observation Diary, Harry was only in surprise, and didn't see what Gerald was writing at all— Gerald then turned the page and started his first day of recording - Harry Potter is obviously a person with low self-confidence, and has a certain literary plot (judging from the behavior of looking at the moon and the scenery outside the window after dreaming at night ).

Gerald wrote something fluently, Harry opened his mouth, and finally gave up his defense, thinking that he should not explain anything in front of Gerald, and he kept comforting and encouraging himself—this little friend of his obviously I don't know what it means to not reveal people's difficulties—oh, no, no, he obviously likes to expose everyone's tricks and gain insight into everyone's behavior.

There was a little 'bang', and the house elf appeared. Harry and Gerald both looked over, and saw that the elf was holding a big plate in his hand. Besides what he had just asked for, there was also a fruitcake. Floss rings, thumb biscuits and praline jelly, fish and chips, um... Gerald blinked, and he saw a jug of milk!

"Gentlemen, what do you want!" the house-elf said excitedly in a low voice. He put a lamp the size of a ball on the side of the table, and it lit up next to the stove. Then he took out a cake stand and held it All the food that came was put on it.

Harry swallowed while looking at the fluffy ring, suddenly feeling hungry.

Gerald watched blankly as the house elf poured milk into the coffee nimbly, then took out a sugar cube, put it beside him, and finally returned his instant coffee bag to himself... Gerald stared at Own coffee pod, no talking.

"Looking at this, I'm really hungry, thank you...uh...what's your name?" Harry said cheerfully, looking at the house elf who had packed up everything and was about to leave.

Tears welled up in the elf's big eyes, and he looked at Harry with emotion and said, "Oh, it's so kind of you to thank me, I'm not worth mentioning at all, you're such a kind person—" Gerald Glancing at the house-elf, the elf shuddered, "—I mean, my name is Radha!"

"Rada, hello, I'm Harry Potter." Harry reached out and took out a meat floss ring, ready to eat.

"Ah! You are Harry Potter!!" Radha was so excited, her eyes were wide open, as if she was going to faint.

"Uh..." Harry was taken aback and stood up.

"Go down, I don't need you here!" Gerald said without hesitation, and stuffed the coffee bag into his pocket.Rada sobbed and quickly disappeared.

"Hi! Gerald!" Harry learned the name Dafa by Dr. Watson when he condemned Sherlock without a teacher.

"Okay, Harry, eat slowly, and drink your coffee as soon as you finish, because you won't have time to rest from now until noon tomorrow." He took three pieces of candy and took a big sip.Harry stuffed the food into his mouth angrily, and sent it down with coffee. "I'll tell you what we're going to do next. First, you have to verbalize what the Sorting Hat told you once, and then write it down." This is an effective way to recall details.

"Well, I see." Harry said with a puffy face, food stuffed in his mouth, Gerald frowned, and decided that if he had time, he would teach Harry what dining etiquette is - for example, listening to After I speak, you just need to nod and execute.

"Then, tell me about your dream, and after combining the two, you have to record my analysis." Gerald clicked on the notebook in front of Harry, and continued: "It's four o'clock, after I finish speaking, It's almost six o'clock, and you and I will go out for a run outside the castle, and it will take about an hour. Our class time is at eight o'clock, the first period is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, and then the Charms class , We don’t have classes in the afternoon, it’s probably for us freshmen to adapt to school life, or to write letters home or something…” Gerald kept scratching something on the paper while Harry looked over curiously.

The paper was occupied by black lines, horizontal and vertical lines were drawn in a mess, Harry was dizzy, he glanced at Gerald's serious face, and gave up asking 'what the hell is this? 'The problem.

Harry ate most of the food on the cake stand before he stopped licking his fingers in satisfaction. Gerald took out his handkerchief and threw it to Harry in distaste, and then watched Harry boldly throw away the rest of the coffee After gulping it down, he put down his textbook, picked up his pen and notebook and said to Harry, "Let's get started."

Harry nodded, and then tried his best to remember and said: "I was very flustered when I went to the sorting house, and the sorting hat covered my head, and there was darkness in front of me, even if I wore the hood...Okay Well, I'm not talking nonsense, I just want to say that I may not remember clearly—" Gerald looked at Harry speechlessly, he didn't understand why some people always miss the point and can't even speak good.

Gerald thought he had good eyesight. Compared with others, Harry was smarter. He was not like Granger who was a bookworm like Granger, nor was he like Ron who showed his dislike of reading on his face. on people.But now, Gerald hesitated a little, and couldn't even speak well... Voldemort is so hateful!He was so vicious that he used a spell to destroy Harry's brain development since he was a child!Look at Harry now, how smart the original Harry would be without that spell!

— No, Gerald, you must be thinking too much...

"The Sorting Hat he said to me, well, put me in Slytherin. But there's Malfoy there, so I don't want to go, plus Gryffindor - well, I like it. Okay okay Gerald, stop staring at me, let me think about it!" Harry rolled his eyes helplessly, then remained silent for a while before saying, "Well, I roughly remembered, the Sorting Hat said I was very brave .Not bad at heart...talented."

Harry glanced at Gerrard, swallowed his saliva and said nervously: "I also said that I have a strong desire to prove myself. During the middle, I kept repeatedly emphasizing that I don't want to go to Slytherin, and everything in my mind is' I don’t want to go to Slytherin’. The Sorting Hat also confirmed to me, and persuaded me that if I was in Slytherin, I would become a great weapon—it was all in my mind, and Slytherin would undoubtedly be able to Help me go to glory... I still don't want to, thinking about Malfoy over there, um, yes, and what you said to me, I decided it would be better not to go to Slytherin. So, in the end, the Sorting Hat Sorted me to Gryffindor! Gerald, you didn't even know that when I got down, my mind went blank, it was just..."

"Well, I know, excited, excited, confused, I know, well, I have written down what you said, next, let's talk about your dream." Gerald interrupted without hesitation.

Harry choked, he stared at Gerald, Gerald returned the twirling of his head, Harry finally heaved a long sigh, and felt that he must communicate with Dr. Watson, otherwise he probably would one day Will be choked to death by this Sherlock Holmes.

"Come on, we don't have much time. We still have an hour to play these things and go out for a run to exercise."

"Well, well, Gerald, I guess sooner or later I can't help but beat you up, and you definitely asked for it!" Harry squeezed the words through his teeth, and then He ignored Gerald's puzzled eyes and said, "I went to sleep when I got back to the dormitory because I was too tired. Then I had a strange dream."

Harry paused after speaking, then glanced at Gerald's notepad, and found that the things written on it were all symbols that he could not understand. Harry thought to himself that this must be a password or something, so he didn't pay much attention to it. De looked over, and quickly picked up the coffee cup and took a big sip - Gerrard had filled it up before.

"This dream is really weird, Gerald, I remember I told you that I met Professor Quirrell before," Gerrard nodded, and Harry held his face and recalled the language and said: " In my dream, I had Professor Quirrell's big scarf on my head, and the scarf kept nagging me that I should go to Slytherin immediately, because it was destined. Then, I Struggling to take the scarf off and tell the scarf he doesn't want to go to Slytherin."

Harry touched his neck as he said, and said with some depression: "Then the scarf became heavier and heavier, and it hurt my neck from the pressure, and by the way, it gave me a headache—when I was struggling, there was a sea of ​​scarf around me. It was dark, but Malfoy suddenly appeared, and he was just looking at me and laughing, and then more laughter, and more laughter... and finally... a sudden green light flashed, and I woke up .”

Gerald heard the 'green light' look up at Harry, and Harry said, "And then, it's gone, I just sat on the windowsill and looked at the moon. Gerald, you know, our dormitory is so tall, Probably it was transformed from a spire or something, and everything outside the castle looks like a toy...Okay, okay, I'll stop my nonsense."

Gerald nodded in satisfaction, "Well, now you write down what you just said, and I'll sort out what you just said, and 10 minutes should be enough for you. By the way, the language should be as concise as possible, and there should be no redundant words. adjective."

"Okay, I'll start writing now..."

Gerald looked deeply at Harry, who lowered his head and began to write. His eyes went from his hand to the posture of holding the pen and then to the handwriting. Then he clasped his hands together, put his fingertips on his chin, and let his eyes go blank.

——How interesting, it seems that the magic power of wizards not only enables wizards to use some powers beyond the laws of nature, but also has some indelible effects on memory, body and spirit.

Gerald was thinking quietly. From Harry's words just now, he could see a lot of the situation, coupled with his previous observations and the analysis he and Sherlock had made before the start of school, Gerald almost sighed.Such an obvious thing, such an obvious truth, is turned a blind eye by most people.

People always choose what they want to believe, never the truth.People won't wake up until they are slapped severely by reality, crying bitterly and regretting endlessly.

Gerald looked at Harry, this little boy who was called the savior by the wizarding world, he was only 11 years old, why, wizards would believe it so easily... He smiled, and the words that Principal Dumbledore said in it The effect is absolutely extraordinary.

Then, next, let me uncover the cruel tip of the iceberg in this world for Harry!Gerald thought confidently.

Well, teenagers in the second stage of middle school are always like this, even Gerald is no exception~