Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

Every Wednesday night, they use a telescope to observe the sky and learn the names of the different stars and the orbits of the planets.Gerald is very interested in this, because this is another effective interpretation of the astrology by wizards, compared with the information brought by thousands of scientists in the world of ordinary people and the machines that have flown into outer space and out of the Milky Way , many interesting things can be found.

For example—not so much divination with stars, but rather a feedback exploration of time by the magic power of wizards, and the stars just happen to be able to move beyond the time stipulated by humans.

Gerrard's theory includes knowledge of physics, mathematics, astronomy and many other aspects, especially the exploration of time and space, making Harry and Ron, the audience, feel that their brains are like paste, sticky It's only suitable to paste something or something.

When returning to the dormitory at the end of the evening classes, Gerald would meet Filch, the administrator of the castle, a skinny old Squib man with a love-hate attitude towards little wizards.

"I tell you Harry, Filch's actions have always been around his cat, because he firmly believes that the cat is his wife—" Gerald said affirmatively, Harry Ron Shrugging, no objection.

Yes, Filch had a cat named Mrs. Norris.The scrawny, dull gray creature had eyes that bulged like Filch's bulbs.It often patrols the corridors alone.If there was a foul in his face, even a toe out of the line, he would sprint to Filch. 2 minutes later, Filch will come running over, panting and panting - he knows the secret passages in the campus better than anyone (except maybe the Weasley twin brothers), and he will jump out like a ghost Come out—his classmates hated him so much that many wanted to give his Mrs. Norris a kick.

"And look at Filch's clothes, although they are all dark, but not dirty, it proves that he is still very enthusiastic about life" - Ron muttered, yes, staring at us enthusiastically every day - ——"He has always stayed in his own small room and never had dinner with the professors. He has a high self-esteem and thinks that if he has magical powers, he must be an extraordinary person, but the status quo is not the case, so he is inferior and proud. He is very proud of Dumbledore. Grateful to Dade, because Dumbledore took him in and let him stay in Hogwarts to avoid all kinds of discrimination and cruel treatment outside. It can be seen from the cat hair on his body and his words and deeds that Filch was born in A pure-blood family, and his cat is also a magical creature." Gerald shrugged, poking the mashed potatoes in front of him.

"Okay, can you stop talking about Filch? Ron, what classes do we have today?" Harry asked Ron, adding sugar to his cereal.Gerald opened his mouth to say something, but Harry blocked his mouth with bread--God knows Gerald has been talking since he got up in the morning!

"Well, let me see, take two Potions classes with the Slytherin students." Ron said,''Snape is the head of Slytherin House, and they all say he favors his own students, and now Let's see if that's the case. "

"I hope Professor McGonagall will favor us," said Harry.Professor McGonagall is the dean of Gryffindor College, but she is extremely fair, and as for her performance, she has left them a lot of homework—well, she has already finished it at Gerald's urging.

Just then, the mail arrived.These owls fly around the dining table until they find their respective owners, dropping letters or packages into their laps.Looking at the owls flying all over the sky, Gerald felt a little helpless. He stared closely at the mashed potatoes in front of him, for fear that any tiny fluff or other things brought by the owls would fall into it.

At this moment, Hedwig flapped her wings and landed between the jam dish and the sugar bowl, and placed a note on Harry's dinner plate.Harry opened the note immediately.

"Well, a letter, not from Dr. Watson...Harry, who is it?" Gerald stared at Hedwig and said, Hermione who was not far away glanced at Gerald, but turned her gaze back On the book spread out in front of her.

"Wait - it's Hagrid, he's asking me for tea this afternoon, I'll write back. Gerald, stuff your oatmeal and bread into your belly and stop torturing that poor pot of mashed potatoes Already!" Harry said, borrowing a quill from Ron and hastily writing on the back of the note: "Okay, I'd love to, see you soon." Then he let Hedwig fly away.

Gerald shrugged and said nothing. To be honest, he was disappointed now.Even though he knew that the little wizards who had just entered school didn't know many spells, it shouldn't be what he saw now.Many people here, like him, come from Muggle families, and never thought that they would be witches and wizards, so Gerald never expected this part, and for the little wizards from pure-blood families, after observing, Gerald only I can come to a conclusion without words, those little wizards are not much better than Harry!

"This is really boring!" Gerald sighed, turned his head and scanned the hall, looking at each little wizard, the logical thinking and action patterns that are so simple that one can see them at a glance, except for the teaching of magic. Besides, is there any difference between this kind of school life and that of ordinary people? !

Potions class was the one class that Gerald hated the most after entering Hogwarts. Not to mention the bad smell of medicinal materials, some of them were particularly disgusting, and the potions that were brewed turned out to be potions that would drink dead people!Even before class, Gerald felt like he was going crazy.

"Okay, okay, Gerald, it's just potions class, it's not a big deal, I'm with you, you know I often cook at home, and I'm pretty good at knives." Harry tried to appease his friend, next to him Ron took the book and said, "Yes, Gerald, don't worry, it's just a potion. With your IQ, these are not problems."

"...don't make me talk now, or, if I talk, don't stop me," said Gerald.

Harry and Ron immediately shut up.

Potions class is taught in an underground classroom.It's colder here than the castle keep above.Along the walls are glass jars filled with stuffed animals that will make you shiver even more.Snape, like Flitwick, picked up the roster as soon as class started, and like Flitwick, he always stopped when Harry's name was called.

"Oh, yes," he whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our new one—something famous." Gerald glanced at Snape, who immediately looked back, The eyes of the two people collided and cremated.

At this point, Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle put their hands over their mouths and giggled.Harry didn't have time to pay attention to them at all, he grabbed Gerald's hand vigorously, and Gerald finally looked away expressionlessly.

Snape looked up at the class after the roll call, eyes as dark as Hagrid's but without Hagrid's warmth.His eyes are cold and empty, making you think of two dark tunnels.

"You have come here to learn the delicate science and exacting art of potion-making," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, but every word caught him.Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape has the intimidating power to bring order to the classroom with little effort. "Many of you won't believe it's magic, as there's no foolish wand waving here. I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of that simmering cauldron with its white smoke and fragrance, You don't really understand the liquid that flows into people's veins, the magic that makes people's hearts sway and their minds bewildered. I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death-but only one thing, that is, you are not me often The kind of stupid fools you encounter will do."

After he finished his short opening remarks, the class fell silent.Gerald curled his lips, Snape looked over sharply, Harry and Ron immediately straightened their backs, Hermione Granger almost moved to the edge of the chair and leaned forward, seemingly eager to prove that he was not Stupid fool.

"Potter!" Snape said suddenly, "What will I get if I add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?" Gerald looked at Snape, and Snape's brows furrowed completely. Ladd's gaze reacted particularly strongly, because he felt that everything about him was no longer a secret.

"Deadwater, sir," said Harry, and he gave Snape a wide, warm smile, with watery green eyes.Ever since he knew that the professor was his mother's friend and hadn't betrayed him, Harry had a high affection for Snape.In addition, after knowing the temperament of the people from Slytherin through Gerrard, Harry's tolerance and tolerance for Snape almost made Gerrard jealous.

Because he didn't take Potions class before, Harry didn't face Snape face to face, but usually, Gerald often told Harry that Snape looked at him with complicated eyes...

Snape paused, looking at Harry's messy hair, "Hmph!" Professor Snape shook his hand, and a corner of his black robe flew up.

"Potter, if I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it?"

"In the stomach of a cow, sir." Thanks Gerald.

"Sit down," Snape said unhappily to Harry, "Gerald Holmes!" Gerald stood up, and the three of Malfoy immediately turned pale.

Snape stared at Gerald, and Gerald looked straight at him without fear. "Let me ask you, what's the difference between the boat-shaped aconitum and the wolfbane aconitum?"

"They're the same plant, sir." Gerald's voice sounded lazily, and after answering, he obviously didn't intend to shut up, but continued under Snape's glaring: "Sir, Why are you so angry because Harry and I both answered your question? No no no—that's not the reason,"—'Gerald! Harry tugged on Gerald's wizard robe anxiously, but Gerald ignored it. ——"You are ashamed and angry now, but you still miss it. Ah, you didn't eat this morning, which proves that you attach great importance to this class. Why do you attach importance to it? Is it because you care about Harry's mother..."

"Gerald Holmes!!!" Snape was on fire!The sound he roared made every student's ears hurt.

And it wasn't just Snape, Harry also stood up suddenly and shouted at Gerald: "Gerald——!!"

Gerald stopped talking, he blinked innocently at Harry, then turned to look at Snape, warning with his eyes like a baby dragon guarding his own territory - Harry, it's mine!